Post by Psalms on May 15, 2006 14:02:58 GMT -5
A Better Adoption
“For as many as are led by the Spirit of God, these are sons of God. For you did not receive the spirit of bondage again to fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption by whom we cry out, “Abba, Father.” The Spirit Himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, then heirs—heirs of God and joint heirs with Christ, if indeed we suffer with Him, that we may also be glorified together. Romans 8:14-17
I was adopted as an infant into a family of four. A mother, a father and two older brothers, four years later my adopted parents had another child of their own. I was an only girl out of the four of us.
Having never felt like I belonged, I justified much of the abuse I received, believing I deserved the treatment I received from my parents. My childhood was full of confusion and I was a target of much abuse. My parents had rejected their Christian upbringing in exchange for another belief system, in their backslidden state they made very regrettable choices. Although adoption is a noble gesture Sometimes the case is not nearly as lovely as we may like to believe however, as it was the case for me. I was a means to an end, I was considered by those who were given responsibility over me as a device to earn the respect of those who could help them move up in the world. I was merely a tool to further a wordly agenda.
But the choice my parents made turned out to be far more than they had bargained for. For as it turns out, God had a better plan for me.
When it became clear that it was not going to be as easy as they thought it would be to adopt a child, gain the attention of those who would hail them as wonderful humanitarians then feign desperate sorrow that their adopted child suffered an sudden death once their outward reputations suited their personal ambitions. God interrupted their plan, forcing them to face the reality that I was destined to be much more than a statistic.
I was never supposed to live past the age of five as far as they were concerned.
Although they knew of Him, my parents resented his presence in my life and I was nothing more to them than a nuisance. I was not raised in the fear and the admonition of the Lord, yet the Lord kept me and preserved me despite my circumstances. I didn’t understand this however, and the first fourteen years of my life was a literal power struggle between those in charge of me and a faith in an invisible God. They wanted me dead, Jesus wanted me alive. God made himself known to me through those years, yet I was surrounded by darkness, confusion and backsliders. Feeling that I had one foot in heaven the other in hell, I spent much of my earliest years wondering whether it was better to live or better to die.
Although misplaced in this world, God reached out to me and offered me a better adoption. Through Grace, provided by the sacrifice of His Son, Yeshua. A survivor of unspeakable abuse, God continues to show me and to grow me in his Grace all these years later. Despite the plan of the enemy, Gods plan prevailed and I am alive to be a witness of a Most Wonderful God.
Yours In Yeshua
Psalms