Romans 8:12-17

The grandchild who looks most like me possesses none of my DNA.

Abram is our family miracle. He arrived more than five years after the birth of Ezra, his big brother, following numerous miscarriages and between the return of two foster-to-adopt babies to their biological families. We wanted Abram badly, but didn’t know he was coming. His mom and dad, Lindsay and Aaron, learned about him in late June. They arrived at the hospital in time for Lindsay to cut his umbilical cord in late July. A judge confirmed his adoption around Labor Day. Abram, our long-desired baby, belonged to our family.

My body must be comprised of recessive genes. Our daughters
look like their mama; our other grandchildren look like their parents
and other grandparents. I’m thanking God for Abram. His hair is the
color mine was when I was his age. We both wear glasses, love to talk,
and play games. He’s even funny, just like I think I am.

We don’t love Abram because he’s my doppelganger. We adored
him when he was minutes old and still looked, as most babies do,
like a miniature Winston Churchill. Abram’s adoption confirmed the
unconditional love we already had for him. Thank heavens, just as a
judge bound Abram to our family, the Holy Spirit seals our adoption
as children of God, as divine heirs (vv. 15-17).

Of course, we love our children and grandchildren equally. But free will and intentional love intervene powerfully in adopted children, more than making up for the fact that we don’t share DNA. And in giving ourselves to a chosen little one, we learn—however dimly—how God chooses to wrap us in divine love and how God takes delight in our divine family resemblance.


What has loving your family taught you about the nature of God’s love? What can sensing God’s love for you teach you about loving them?


God, thank you for adopting us and making us your children. Help us secure the adoption of succeeding generations who will glorify you. Amen.

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