TITLE: My Adoption-part 4 of chapter 1 By ron kyker 12/19/14 |
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This was the problem with my being adopted that I mentioned very early on. My mother tells me that from the beginning after I was adopted, I began telling her that I was going to adopt kids as well. My parents were very honest with me in telling me about my adoption, my birth parents, and what it all meant. As I began to understand more what that word meant, I knew that was what I would do. There were a couple of problems with that though. I don’t think I’ll tell you what they are right now. My adoption was truly a gift and a blessing, but it was also a big problem; at least the part where “I decided” that this would be my dream in life. As I grew up, it became even more important with what I would go through and experience. I can’t tell you now. If I did, you would have no reason to read the book.
Webster’s Dictionary definition for “Adoption” says: to take a child of other parent’s as one’s own child; to take up and practice as one’s own. Wow, my first chance to ramble. I’ll try to keep it short. The gift of adoption is of biblical origin. In biblical times, masters of large and wealthy households would adopt the children of their slaves or workers so that they would have an heir to their land and wealth. Sound familiar! That is exactly what God does for us. Even though we don’t belong, nor deserve the inheritance to His kingdom; He offers it to us anyway. We are children from other parents; born into sin and unable to inherit His riches. We are children of Adam; born of sin. Because of His love for us, He sent His son to die for us and therefore give us the opportunity to become sons of God. Not the Son of God, but nevertheless sons of God and all the inheritance that goes along with it.
Why did He do that? It was love. It was His desire to have a relationship with us and I learned during my journey just how far reaching and everlasting that love is. It never ends. It doesn’t ever leave us. It doesn’t stop just because you have other plans or things you think are more important. Another biblical definition is; to practice as one’s own. He not only adopts us into His kingdom, but we likewise adopt His way of thinking; loving one another as He loved us. When He adopts us, we adopt His values; His priorities become ours; His wants become our wants; and we then start to become like Him; the image of Christ.
It is just as it was with my adoption. I became like my parents; too much like my dad I often think. I adopted their values. I adopted their way of thinking and believing in God. Their priorities became mine as they taught them to me. Though I often rebelled, their wants became what I wanted; to live my life seeking Christ. I started becoming just like them; good or bad. With God, all is good. When He adopts us who have nothing good in us, we start becoming like the good we see in Christ. It is a radical transformation. When I was adopted, a real radical transformation started in me. I began to adopt a new life as that new life adopted me. A truly awesome word “adoption”!
How do you like my first ramblings? No comments! Alright, then I will keep on going since I hear no objections. My poem does convey many feelings about my adoption I had at age thirteen. Over these many years, I have grown most comfortable with the thought of adoption and I have forgotten much about those days. Well, there it is. It is the first chapter of my book. Such talent will not be soon forgotten; for its goodness or its badness. Oh well! It is mine never the less; so, who cares! It is my story and I am sticking to it. My Story! All the bad chapters have already been written. I can’t edit them or re-write them. I have been forgiven; though. My story does not own me. I have the rights to it. I no longer have to live it, I can tell all who wish to hear it, and it does not determine my future. I don’t have to live it any longer. It doesn’t have to cast a shadow on my future. Forgiveness is the key. With Christ’s eternal Light shining on all the dark parts, with the trying of my heart, and the renewing of my mind; my past does not determine my future.
My Story
My story is a story of the forgiven
The bad chapters have already been written
They can’t be edited or re-written
They most certainly have been forgiven
We must accept the raw materials He gave
We must accept the choices we have made
They don’t determine where our future lays
They don’t determine where for eternity I stay
I own the rights to my own story
My story does not own the rights to me
I can tell my story to whoever I see
I no longer live it; I am what He wants me to be
I can’t delete all the pain of the past
I don’t have to repeat it; it’s hold doesn’t last
The pain back then doesn’t have to cast
A shadow on the future; His forgiveness is vast
I can’t cover the sins I have seen
Forgiveness was the key to toss them in the sea
To keep my grip on eternity
To stay true to what He has called me to be
Forgiveness was the remedy
Forgiveness was His gift to me
It brought me freedom and brought me peace
It put my story in the past of my unbelief
Try my mind Lord; try my heart Father
Do not gather my soul with the sinners
From my story, let no dark part linger
Don’t let my salt ever lose its flavor
Vasquez Savage
Vasquez Savage
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