Sunday, June 30, 2013

A True Father

Three years ago, my parents adopted a beautiful baby girl. With a radiant smile and the most precious eyes you've ever seen, she's my "baby girl."

I have these special moments with her, when she'll curl up in my lap or tuck her head into my shoulder. Filled to the brim with love for this little girl, I could just kiss her chubby little cheeks forever! Her giggles send my heart soaring.

One day, it hit me: this is how God feels about me. My Father is overjoyed when I come running to Him. I am His child.

Six months ago, my parents received two beautiful children from the foster care system. Full of laughter and enough energy to give the Energizer Bunny a run for his money, they've definitely filled our home...

But these children have been neglected, rejected. They came to us without any clue of what real parents look like. The first few months, my little brother would cling to any person who happened to walk by. He didn't distinguish between us and strangers because he'd never truly attached to anyone. 

Any man who walked into the room he called "daddy," and for months my would parents consistently remind him that "No, this is your daddy."

I think we are like children... the adopted children of our Father. 

We were made to relate to God in a way that is deep, innocent, and trusting. We are supposed to realize how precious our adoption is and snuggle up in our Father's arms... we're supposed to be like my 3-year-old sister.

But instead, we act like my brother. We can't distinguish our Father's face from any other. We run to anybody--sometimes it happens to be our Father, but it is just as often a stranger.

Sometimes we are like my foster sister. In the opposite way, we lash out towards our true Father. Because of the sins of our fathers before, we test the boundaries of love. Everyone else rejected us when we were bad. If everyone else abandoned us...

We have no reason to believe that our true, Heavenly Father will be any different. So we fight. 

We kick. We scream. We yell "I hate you!" We try to control our situation, try take care of ourselves..... but we're just kids. Just looking for love. 

When my sister has one of these meltdowns, my mom holds her tight in loving arms and reminds her over and over again, "I will be your forever mom. Even when you are bad, I will always love you."

Tonight and every night, God wants to hold you in His arms. He'll whisper to you, "I loved you so much that I sent my Son. So that you can have eternal life with Me... I see you through His sacrifice. I will always love you." often I have longed to gather your children together,
as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were not willing.
Matthew 23:37

Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life.
No one comes to the Father except through me.
If you really know me, you will know my Father as well.
From now on, you do know him and have seen him.
John 14:6-7


  1. This is beautiful Leslie! What a gift you have for the written word. God bless and thank you for such an encouraging word.


  2. Needed that reminder today! Thank you!

  3. Beautiful thoughts . . . so true and so well written.

  4. As a fellow adoptive mama who began my journey at almost the same time as your sweet mama, let me just tell you that I am humbled to tears reading this. I don't even know how many, many times I've said the exact quote - "I will be your forever mom. Even when you are bad, I will always love you." - to my two littles since they came to us as their forever home on 12/17/2012. I often say that adopting our littles is the best hardest thing I've ever done. Thank you for giving me perspective and encouragement on this journey toward wholeness for our littles... and for myself as God gives me a new understanding of His unfailing love for me through this journey.

  5. May I? I am adopted. I am 55 years of age, and both adoptive parent have died. I found my birth dad. Well about a year or so ago, i REALIZED and FELT LOVE for the first time in my life. MY mom who could never have children LOVED me with all her heart and I wouldn't let her. Now I am feeling real emotion for the first time in my life. Last month was the breakthrough of allowing anger to rise (but not sin) and I got SOOO ANGRY at my birth mother for abandoning me. I was like a volcano (lots more details), but as soon as i ERUPTED and it was over, i had a freedom, I had never had before. TESTIMONY IS 100% true.. Nicole

  6. AS a, sister of an adopted brother I can truly relate to every word