Adopted

We are in Jacksonville, preparing to meet Teddy for the first time. We will have a few supervised visits, then I think I get to start going to some of his medical appointments and beginning the transition to our home.

When I was pregnant with Abi and Naomi, I didn’t know if they’d be girls or boys. I loved the surprise element. Anyway, with Teddy it is different. We know what he looks like, his given name, we’ve poured through his 100 page medical history. We don’t know exactly what’s in store for us in raising him, but we know that the special needs he has could be difficult on our hearts, schedules, and overall family dynamic. This doesn’t knock out any of the excitement, though–we are counting the minutes.

Some people who are aware of the intricacies of adopting from the foster system have kindly thanked us for our willingness to do so. Every time this happens, we remember that we, too, were adopted. The Lord didn’t take us in because we are a benefit to Him. It wasn’t because we would do something so amazing on earth that He wanted us on His side. He adopted us in spite of who we were before we received the spirit of Christ. No matter how much we have sinned or will sin, we are forgiven because of the sacrifice of the Son, and it doesn’t temper HIs excitement to take us into His family.

Our gratitude for our own adoption spills over to Teddy. We aren’t taking him in because we need more Petschers running around, or because we have a thing for 2-year-olds. We feel so privileged to adopt him into our household to teach him the truth about who he is in Christ. No matter what happened to him in the past, he is a son of the king.

This morning when we lay eyes on little Teddy for the first time, it will be at least as exciting as the first time we met Abigail and Naomi. The grafting process will begin as our hearts expand to love more, and better, than ever before. We won’t be perfect parents, but will point him to his perfect heavenly One.

For all who are led by the Spirit of God are sons of God. For you did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received the Spirit of adoption as sons, by whom we cry, “Abba! Father!” The Spirit himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, then heirs—heirs of God and fellow heirs with Christ, provided we suffer with him in order that we may also be glorified with him. Romans 8:14-17

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