It’s official, I just wish I had known sooner, I was adopted in November 1973, I was eleven. I could hardly believe I was adopted, I had parents in 1961, but imagine me being adopted by my Heavenly Father, and He has all the records and everything tucked away in His files.
He has a book and knew every one of my days. I’m complete in Jesus and He made me a masterpiece, no wonder I like art. He has bottles full of tears because I wasted a lot of time in worry, but also in prayer and that was not a waste. How many other children might He have adopted because of prayer?
And I guess you never thought much about being adopted either, I knew I wasn’t like my family in some ways. They never got me and still don’t. I think I’m still a child in their eyes, but it’s okay to be one in God’s eyes. I like having a Father who is doting and affectionate, understanding, and He corrects me firmly but gently, the only thing I have really been scolded about was fear. And even that He understands because Jesus went through it. He just doesn’t want you to give in to it.
I can’t believe so many years after being adopted and having an Abba, that it took so long to sink in, even though I heard it. It is comparable to be in the family treasure chest and finding little feet prints, and a new name. Maybe, some old letters or a birthday card from someone you don’t know, perhaps a picture.
I feel sadness that I didn’t really know my Abba, as such love. I was always sure I was doing something wrong. I have often felt a little cheated in life but I guess I was cheating myself out of of that Father/daughter relationship. Many people do, because they don’t understand Him.
I have spent a lot of time getting to know God, in the person of Jesus and then the Holy Spirit, because of the anointing that break the yokes, and spiritual gifts. He too is a personality. But God the Father, was the last one I began to understand, though He tried to get me to listen long ago.
He has always wanted to tell me I was adopted, that He wanted and chose me. That He called me by name and I was His. That He was holding me in His hand, I was lost, and sometimes even felt lost though born again, and Spirit filled. What took me so long, I don’t know. And then again, maybe it wasn’t that long, for He keeps and redeems the time. I just thought I would make it official, that I have been adopted. Have you been? Not all will be but He wanted them. See why the prodigal’s father never let him ask to be a slave.
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
For all who are led by the Spirit of God are sons/daughters of God. So you have not received a spirit that makes you fearful slaves. Instead, you received God’s Spirit when He adopted you as His own children. Now we call Him, “Abba, Father.” Romans 8:14,15
For who among men knows the thoughts of man except his own spirit within him? So too, no one knows the thoughts of God except the Spirit of God. We have not received the spirit of the world, but the Spirit who is from God, that we may understand what God has freely given us. And this is what we speak, not in words taught us by human wisdom, but in words taught by the Spirit, expressing spiritual truths in spiritual words.…1 Corinthians 2:12
A lot of people are upset that their parents gave them up for adoption, but not me, not this way. Being a slave to anything harmful is not worth your soul. I am glad I can cry, Abba, Father.
Devostock / Rebecca Jones