Only 3 ½ years later, I am struck by another powerful Biblical imagery – that of adoption. And once again, I am floored by God’s love for me. As we sit in this “waiting phase,” my heart aches to have our little child in our arms. Our baby doesn’t know that where (s)he lives is not home. (S)he doesn’t know that (s)he is loved endlessly. Or any sacrifice financially, emotionally or otherwise will not feel like a sacrifice at all, when it is to get our child here where (s)he belongs.
I know that I am the same as that little child when it comes to God. It is sometimes hard to feel His love, or remember that He is now “preparing a place for” me. I forget that where I live is not my home, but that “home” is wherever He is, in His arms. And I want to cry to imagine a perfect God utterly LONGING for me the way I am longing for our child – only without the sin and selfishness that always creeps into human love. That His heart breaks to be more united with His children. What a sweet, sweet God.