Adoption is costly. Unfortunately, rescuing a child from poverty is not an easy task. It's costly financially and costly emotionally. But it's a price parents are willing to pay for their child(ren).
Likewise, our adoption was costly. In Ephesians Paul says, "God decided in advance to adopt us into His own family by bringing us to Himself through Jesus Christ. This is what He wanted to do, and it gave Him great pleasure." (Ephesians 1:6 NLT)
The price for our adoptions? Christ's death on the cross. Yet our Heavenly Father (and His Son) were willing to pay that price. More than willing.
For us.
<>< Katie
(Journal entry dated 10-10-11. Posted in honor of National Adoption Month)
"I am sure that some people are born to write as trees are born to bear leaves. For these, writing is a necessary mode of their own development." - C. S. Lewis
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Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Bird Brain
A few months ago Rich (Nikki's pastor) awoke to a tap, tap, tap, and some clawing on his bedroom window. He opened the blinds to find a bird trapped between to panes of glass.
Unfortunately, the exterior pane cannot be opened from the outside. Instead, he hoped the bird would be patient and stay away from his hands as he opened each pane individually.
You see where this is going?
He opened the interior pane and, sure enough, the bird flew in. He spent the next half hour trying to get this bird out of the parsonage.
We are that bird. Some how we've trapped ourselves. Rather than waiting for God to complete His rescue mission, we escape at the first chance we get, only to realize it's not an escape at all but a larger trap.
Luckily, that's not the end for us. God's willing to do what it takes to get us, His little birdies, out of the bondage that is our parsonage.
Rich used a broom.
God used Christ.
<>< Katie
Unfortunately, the exterior pane cannot be opened from the outside. Instead, he hoped the bird would be patient and stay away from his hands as he opened each pane individually.
You see where this is going?
He opened the interior pane and, sure enough, the bird flew in. He spent the next half hour trying to get this bird out of the parsonage.
We are that bird. Some how we've trapped ourselves. Rather than waiting for God to complete His rescue mission, we escape at the first chance we get, only to realize it's not an escape at all but a larger trap.
Luckily, that's not the end for us. God's willing to do what it takes to get us, His little birdies, out of the bondage that is our parsonage.
Rich used a broom.
God used Christ.
<>< Katie
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