I don't usually use this blog for anything except sharing the news of our family for those few family members who want to keep up from a far, but today I want to tell you a story.
This little girl I know, was adopted when she was a 9th grader. She actually wasn't an orphan. She had two parents who loved her. She knew her Adopter (who I'll refer to as "A") pretty well, in that she knew who "A" was and knew some basics about "A". But she had NO idea that "A" was longing to have her as a child, a daughter. "A" longed to give her a better life, one she couldn't have otherwise. But more than that...."A" longed to be connected to the little girl, and vice versa....to become family. That day in 9th grade, was all "A" ever had wanted. It was their "gotcha day". "A" was so excited to call the little girl daughter. "A" wanted to bond, become attached, and help the little girl heal from any past wounds...to rescue her. And really the past no longer mattered....all "A" wanted was to give this little girl a future full of hope and love.
That little girl was me. And it was on that day in 9th grade that Abba looked at me and said, "You are my daughter; today I have become your Father" (Ps. 2:7).