Today is my oldest grandson’s birthday. What a delight this young man has been to me over the last several decades. He came into our lives as a blond, blue-eyed nine-month-old. When he was little, I spent many Saturdays with him. We went to parks, finger-painted, played, ate ice cream.
He is now my foodie buddy – the only one in this Idaho family that loves exploring new ethnic cuisine. I look forward each month to going to a new ethnic restaurant or visiting an old familiar one with him. I love him dearly.
Seeing him reminds me of the beauty of adoption. He has none of my genes in him, but he has my heart. He is just as much my own as the two grandsons who were born into this family with some of my genes.
Whenever I look at my grandson, I understand God’s love for me … and for you. We have been adopted through Christ Jesus into the family of God.
“For He chose us in Him, before the foundation of the world, to be holy and blameless in His sight. In love He predestined us to be adopted through Jesus Christ for Himself, according to His favor and will, to the praise of His glorious grace that He favored us with in the Beloved.” [Ephesians 1:4-6 HCSB]
That means that God loves us every bit as much as He loves His beloved Son, Christ Jesus our LORD. Is that not the most amazing thought. Every year on my grandson’s birthday I am reminded of this. I think I probably remind you of this every year also! It never grows old.
I am a child of God, a beloved daughter. You are a child of God, a beloved son or daughter. Amen & Amen.
