Oh, I forget the grace that has been bestowed upon me. I forget the immense cost of my adoption. I forget the amount of love proven on that day.
It’s horribly frustrating sometimes. I was saved at such a young age that I can honestly not remember what life was before I knew Christ. I can’t remember not having a Lord to pray to, a truth to reference, or a Savior to thank.
I imagine two children: one boy and one girl.
Both of them abandoned at birth. Both of them without a family.
Yet, at age 8 the boy was given a home. A set of parents sought him, found him, and adopted him. This boy used words like, ‘Mom’, ‘Dad’, ‘Love’, ‘Home’, and ‘Family’. These terms were at hand through the awkward stages of middle school. The boy could cry ‘Family’ when he needed to rest. The teenager could hold onto ‘Love’ when high school proved hard. And now, at age 22, the man could reach to his Father’s strong and calloused hands for advice, or seek his Mother’s soft ones for counsel.
This man knows it could be different. He learned he was adopted at age 12. He was taken back with shock. The young man could not begin to realize a life that was not built around his family. His heart reflects true thankfulness, yet he finds it hard to think of an alternative.
The girl wishes she had to imagine that alternative but she lived in that reality until age 16. Her fingers hold not enough places to count the number of foster care families she passed through. Some were good and some were not. That really is not the point. The point is she stumbled through elementary school without knowing if the same mom who bought her crayons last month would pick her up from school today. She stumbled through middle school not knowing what ‘Love’ was. And she remembers meeting her 11th family right before her freshman year of high school.
Everything changed when at age 16, a couple in their mid-thirties desperately wished to adopt her. They asked her if she would like that. She couldn’t believe someone was asking her what she wanted. Tears flowed over that day, and now the young woman at age 22, rarely let’s words such as ‘mom’, ‘dad’, and ‘family’ slip off her tongue without a silent prayer of thanks.
Is the woman more thankful? Does the young man have less of a reason to whisper thank you? Certainly not! Yet, one may be able to remember the grace given a little easier than the other. However, the girl also bears some scars and memories that the boy will never know.
The Christian faith is centered around remembering. Israel forgot the Lord over, and over, and over again. And we do the same. We forget. I forget daily.
We must remember. The scriptures are filled with beautiful adoption stories. Every day that we live in Christ is a day that could have been lived apart from Him. Every time I throw open the scriptures is a miracle! Every time I sit and pray to a God unseen is a work of amazing grace! Every time we gather for corporate worship and prayer is testimony of adoption!
We must also remember that God picks us up, takes us to his home, and adopts as his children at just the right time.