I recall the day my father died. My mother died about two years prior, and his death left an empty spot in my soul. Even as an adult I was an orphan. The intensity of the pain shocked me.
One passage came to mind, and I still think of it often:
When my father and mother forsake me, the Lord will take me up. Ps. 27:10
Parents comfort us because we aren’t alone. They care about even the smallest thing because we belong to them. I could always call Mom or Dad anytime, and they’d listen regardless of what I faced. Losing that connection devastates us.
However, when I accepted Jesus, the Lord adopted me, and in him I have a parent who wants to listen and walk with me through life. He created me and did more for me than Mom and Dad could ever do. When I was his enemy, he died for my sins.
Valentine’s Day arrived and the stores offer flowers, candy, teddy bears, and cards. But compared to adoption, this love looks cheap.
Today I have Kim de Blecourt, and she has written I Call You Mine. She tells how she adopted a boy from overseas and shares how they adapted to his needs. She also draws parallels to God’s love for us.
