What He wanted

Approximately ten years ago, my husband met his biological family for the first time. It was deeply emotional for him to meet his father and mother, then his siblings. His father was only nineteen when my husband was born, his mother only sixteen. He was given up for adoption at birth and yet for thirty-nine years my father-in-law wondered what had happened to his son. My mother-in-law wondered the same. Meeting everyone filled cracks in my husband’s heart that no one knew were there.

For the first time, dear hubby saw someone with the same features he had, the same features which were passed on to our sons. We met his five living sisters and my husband’s only brother. Our immediate family gained nieces and nephews, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents.

In time, the hearts of those who were a part of our “new” family grew either larger to include my husband or sadly became petrified, and remained immovable when given opportunities to grow with us in relationship. As a child of finite, broken people, he received only the love they felt they could give. Some relationships were based on what he had to offer, what he would give to them in return. Others embraced him and loved him right where he was, right were they were, and continue to love him to this day.

Scripture tells us that as children of God we are adopted into His family. We are called His sons and His daughters and He has loved us since before He created the world. Hosea 14:3c says, In you the orphan finds mercy (ESV). We are no longer lost, without shelter, without love, without hope. As His children we belong. His last name is on the back of our team jerseys.

God decided in advance to adopt us into His own family by bringing us to Himself through Jesus Christ. This is what He wanted to do and it gave Him great pleasure, (Ephesians 1:5 NLT).

We are who He wanted, Best Beloved. We may never fully experience the love and acceptance from the families into which we were adopted or we were born. We may never understand the feeling of a parent’s embrace or celebrate a sibling’s success. However, in God’s family, His children will never know hunger for love. Will never have to wonder if God will disown them because of their struggles. His children will always be able to grow under the discipleship of the Holy Spirit.

Family comes in all sorts of shapes and sizes. The people you love as parents may have no genetic connection to you, but they love you, support you, cheer you on, pick you back up, they hold you. They pray over you. In turn, you do the same for them.

God’s family does not wear matching sweaters and take the “perfect” picture for their Christmas card each year. God’s children are all colors, they wear all sorts of different clothing. They play soccer, wrestle, climb trees, they are diverse, intimately created by an infinite Creator.

Best Beloved, I realize that there may be deep, gut-wrenching pain from the family you were brought up in and around. For that, I am incredibly sorry. Know that you are not the sum of the broken parts you were given. In Christ, you are made whole because He was broken for you. In your place.

Never let go of that truth, just because of the lies they enemy told you. Jesus Christ is Truth- He speaks the truth. He calls you to come home. To the home your Heavenly Father created for you.

Welcome, brother and sister. He has prepared a place just for you.

About gretchenr17

Wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend. Writer, farmer, fellow sojourner... at every turn I learn a bit more about God's wild mercies.
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