So, the whole thing that started this inspiration to blog was at an elementary school where I take care of kids for the YMCA Afterschool program. (I'll keep schools and names nameless) So, there was a kid who was being picked up by his dad, who was obviously from a different ethnic group, was talking to one of his friends when I heard him say, "I'm adopted." It wasn't this sad, depressing comment. Neither was it a proud, exaggerated remark. He spoke with this humble but yet, exciting tone that expressed pride but in a way that was humble. It is so hard for me to communicate what I heard and how I felt when I heard the kid say this. But, that experience led me to deeper thinking.
A couple of days later, I started thinking about how this kid was adopted and given a life that he may not have had otherwise. I started thinking about the adoptive parents and their desire to give this child hope and happiness. I began to imagine myself as a parent with an adopted kid, one day, and how it would bring me joy to give a kid that chance at life. I'm still too young for this but I definitely would consider this in the future.
Finally, this led me to thinking about how my God has adopted me. He is my creator, however He has chosen to give me life and happiness. He has adopted me as His child. I am so grateful for His unconditional Love that will never fail and His mercy that has been shown to me. I will never be able to give back what has been given to me.
If you're reading this, I hope you can see where I'm coming from. I am not the best at putting my thoughts to words, but I hope you understand what I'm trying to say and how that two word phrase has impacted me, recently.
You are the lover of my soul
You will never let me go
You are the same, You never change
and Your mercies are new every morning
(--the chorus to a song I wrote last week.)
