Adoption

A few years ago, I sat with my aunt in the hospital soon after she was diagnosed with terminal cancer. She was in her 70’s, had been married for over 50 years and had four grown children, nine grandchildren and several great-grandchildren. She had consistently received love and support from her family for many, many years.

As she was laying in the wake of the news that the end was near, we entered into a conversation regarding Eternal love. We talked about Jesus and whether or not she knew Him; whether or not she had received His love. She initially responded that she had, but I pressed just a bit with a simple question of “really?” She paused, got real quiet and said, “no.”

Facing death after a full life, she had only one question for God. She wondered why she had to have been an orphan. She had been an orphan as a child and, despite all the love of a lifetime, the heart of an orphan longed for adoption. That abandonment impacted the core of her soul; it defined her lens with which she viewed the world. Almost to the very end, she was asking, “why?”

She wanted to meet Jesus that day in the hospital. Not in the terminal, going to Heaven sense, but in the spiritual, receiving His sacrifice as a way for adoption sense. She prayed and received the adoption of the Father and my cousin’s wife and I watched as my aunt’s face appeared transfigured into that of a little girl. Youth, Peace and Love overcame her as she walked into relationship with a loving Father. Finally, she knew that Love which she had desired for so long.

The call of the wounded soul of an orphan should sound familiar. We were all orphaned, despite the circumstances of our parents. We are seeking, from our soul, the adoption that welcomes us as sons and daughters of the Father that created us with the intention of communing with us. Our heart yearns for the place He has made for us. Without stepping into His plan, we all too often seek to make our own way with work, play, church activity and even positive relationships that fall short of the One relationship.

My aunt died a few weeks later. While that was sad, for sure, it wasn’t tragic. Tragedy comes in the loss of potential. My aunt’s potential had been realized in her family but, most of all, in her adoption. Don’t miss the potential that exists in your own adoption.

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