Adopted

I couldn’t help but weep this morning just thinking about what that first Christmas really means as a child of God...

I know my teenager probably thought I was weird crying about Christmas...

but oh, those who’ve been adopted into His family, how can we not be overwhelmed by these truths?

I don’t ever want to take for granted the miracle He wrought in my heart and life when He chose to leave heaven for the sole purpose of redemption & that He chose me to be His child!!

Someone asked what hurdles do we often face when talking about fostering with other people?

One big hurdle is fear over how much fostering will “disrupt” their family, affect their other kids, basically interrupt their life as they know it.

Makes me ever more grateful that God chose to disrupt this earth to be born to an unwed teenager, placed in a lowly stable, announcing His entrance first to a rowdy bunch of outcast shepherds then chose to die the cruelest of deaths to pay the penalty for all my sin! That He loved me so much to pursue me, to invade my brokenness, to draw me to Himself and adopt me as His own... well, I just pray I never “get over” what it means to be His child and that by His grace, He allows me to share the gospel with every foster child that He brings into my home and life!!

This. Is. Christmas.

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