He Is My Own Son!
I wrote earlier about my husband's and my struggle with infertility. Although I had surrendered to God my longing for children and knew I probably would never be pregnant, both of us still desired to embrace God's gift of children.
We loved on our nephews and wanted to be a godly influence on their lives, as well as that of our friends' children. We volunteered to teach Sunday school to a room full of three- and four-year-olds. These were ways we could have an influence on the next generation. But we also felt God's pull toward adoption.
After four years of waiting through an adoption agency, we picked up our two-day-old son at a local hospital. While some couples may have a few months heads-up, we had less than 48 hours. But what an exciting 48 hours that was! When we walked in that hospital room and my son was placed into my arms, I started to cry. I had such love for this little boy. No, he didn't grow in my womb, but he'd been growing in my heart for a long time. We chose to name him Jeremiah, after Jeremiah 1:5: "Before I formed you in the womb I knew you."
I heard a speaker on a radio program once talk about adoption in terms of "grafted into our family." I really like that image. When a branch of one tree is grafted onto another, it becomes part of that tree. Even though the branch and tree were originally from two different sources, they very quickly become united.
I'm very thankful that Jeremiah has been grafted into our family. And I'm also very thankful that God has chosen to graft me into His family. As Christians, we're adopted, too, in a spiritual sense, "For he chose us in him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in his sight. In love he predestined us to be adopted as his sons through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will—to the praise of his glorious grace, which he has freely given us in the One he loves" (Eph. 1:4–6, NIV).
I also really like how J.B. Phillips puts it in his translation of the New Testament: "For consider what he has done—before the foundation of the world he chose us to become, in Christ, his holy and blameless children living within his constant care. He planned, in his purpose of love, that we should be adopted as his own children through Jesus Christ—that we might learn to praise that glorious generosity of his which has made us welcome in the everlasting love he bears towards the Son."
Most of the time I forget that Jeremiah is adopted. I want him to know this part of his story as he grows up, of course, but my heart doesn't distinguish him as an "adopted" child as opposed to a "biological" one. And I know that's how God looks at us, too.
Recently, God has given my husband and I a wonderful, surprise gift. I'm pregnant, due around Easter. Although I had one well-meaning person tell me, "Won't it be nice to have one of your own?" that's not the truth at all. Jeremiah is my own. He is my child, just as much as I am God's own child through salvation in His Son, Jesus Christ.
What do you think about adoption? How does knowing that you are adopted into God's family impact the way you think about your salvation?
This post was written by Mindy Kroesche.