Chosen

One of my earliest memories was thinking that I was adopted. Somehow, I don’t know how, but I thought adoption was second class to natural birth. I don’t know how I had heard anything about adoption or really how I knew what that was. But now, my ideas on adoption are totally different!

Russell Moore puts it best: “None of us likes to think we were adopted. We assume we are natural – born children, with a right to all of this grace, to all of this glory.”

My parents didn’t choose me, I was an accident. My parents didn’t know me, and yet they were stuck with me. But my Heavenly Father knew me long before my parents did. He knew one day I would be conceived and be born. He chose me to be apart of HIS family and to have all the privileges and rights of a first born son. How could it get any better than to be known and subsequently chosen? Chosen to be loved?

Romans 8:15 (KJV/NIV) “For ye have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear; but ye have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father.”

Ephesians 1:5 “He predestined us for adoption to sonship through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will.”

Galatians 4:5–7 “To redeem them that were under the law, that we might receive the adoption of sons. And because ye are sons, God hath sent forth the Spirit of his Son into your hearts, crying, Abba, Father.”

Read those again and really think about what they mean and how glorious it is to be adopted and loved on purpose.

Blessings