This is not was I was initially going to write about this week, but God took it a different direction for me. Which I find both very cool but also kind of scary. So here we go.
As a country we just celebrated Father’s Day. Well, the majority of us did anyway. Father’s Day holds a spot very near and dear to my heart. Let me tell you some things about me and my old daddy.
First of all, he’s not that old.
He and I both have names that start with a K. We both have blue eye and and dark hair. We both have a dry sense of humor that often causes us to have to follow our joking with “I’m just kidding!” or just a flat out apology to those we unintentionally hurt. We both have a rebellious attitude at times, but most often when it comes down to standing up against things we feel are wrong.
These are just a few qualities that I have in common with my dad. But, here is where the story becomes not so average. These are not qualities that I GOT from my dad. What? But? The same…
The short version is this. Kenneth is my adopted dad. I am the product from my mom’s first marriage. That marriage didn’t work out from EARLY in my little life, and they chose to go their separate ways. A couple of years later Kenneth comes along and falls in love with my mom. She made it very clear that she was a package deal. (Good momma!) He married us, and just 2 years after that, he became my legal father. By his choice.
Now what’s so cool about God is that maybe these twists and turns were not His plan. Some of these things were results of free will choices. But, He sure has worked things out. If you didn’t know he wasn’t my dad, you wouldn’t know. I look like my mom, but have some physical traits that would make one question the validity of this story I share with you today.
And, if you were only to meet my parents, you would presume that my personality came from my dad, because I’m nothing like my mom in that area. (Nature vs. Nurture. I know. That’s a whole different post or posts for another time.)
So why is Father’s Day so important? Yeah, I was adopted. So, were LOTS of people. I know. I get it. I will tell you though, it’s something I struggled with for a long long time. I caused me to struggle with my personal self and my identity. I caused me to wonder what was so wrong with me that the original guy didn’t want me and could just walk away so easily.
After becoming a parent and watching my own husband be such a wonderful daddy to our kids, and knowing that he would fight the devil himself for them, it made me wonder so many more things.
Please understand that I have always loved, appreciated, and been thankful for Kenneth, my dad. It’s just for so long I had lingering questions.
All those led by God’s Spirit are God’s sons. For you did not receive a spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption by who we cry out, “Abba, Father!’ The Spirit Himself testifies together with our spirit that we are God’s children…” Romans 8:14-16 (HCSB)
God used some very important people, some study, and some heart talking to make me realize that all those lingering questions and fears were not necessary or important.
And in fact He taught me how truly special it that I have been adopted TWICE. I was adopted by an earthly father. And later was adopted into a supernatural kingdom by my Heavenly Father! The Lord changed me from the inside out with these realizations.
I have the Lord. I have my daddy. Because of adoption, I will FOREVER be a princess. I am the daughter of Kenneth. I am also the daughter of the King of Kings. Does it get any better than that?