“All the natural movements of the soul are controlled by
laws analogous to those of physical gravity.
Grace is the only exception. Grace fills empty spaces,
but it can only enter where there is a void to receive it,
and it is grace itself which makes this void.
The imagination is continually at work filling up all
the fissures through which grace might pass.”
Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace
(Rosemary Beach during Hurricane Sally / Julie Cook / 2020)
Tossed within the surf of a sea churning with tumultuous emotions…
joy, sorrow and even regret now vie for prominence within my heart.
An engulfing crescendo of deep abiding love is gently offered…
yet is is overshadowed by the inward naysaying whispers of a past
that speaks of unworthiness.
Grace and Graciousness, along with open forgiveness,
have each been tenderly extended…
freely extended by the hands of unconditional love.
The very word unconditional has always made these eyes fill with tears.
Humbled by such a love leaves this heart feeling only more unworthy
and even trembling.
Ode to a child of adoption…the child who finds the unconditional
a foreign gift.
Condition most often becomes the wiring of the adopted one.
And thus the thought of such worthiness is oh so far away from anything
the adopted individual finds possible…
for the single sense unworthiness clings for dominance.
If you’ve ever visited this little corner of the blogosphere of mine very often,
then you know I’ve written at length about such feelings and that of
my own adoption over these many years.
The highs and lows, the battles and the healings.
With adoption, the notion of healing and that of worthiness each become
a lifelong quest.
For the one who was given up and given away…to be able to ever feel worthy
of accepting such a precious offering of true and abiding love…a gift given from one
freely to another, feels as a near impossibility.
And so a battle ensues…
The adult who has lived life and attained hindsight now fights with the
ever present child who was born of rejection.
Logic wrestles with raw emotion.
Yet what we know, is that in the end, love does indeed win.
Because we know that anyone who calls
themself a Christian, is adopted by Grace.
I am a child of Grace and I am a person who is so ever grateful
to that of the unconditional…
to redeem those who were under the law, so that we might receive adoption as sons.
And because you are sons, God has sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts,
crying, “Abba! Father!”
So you are no longer a slave, but a son, and if a son, then an heir through God.
Galatians 4:5-7
Reblogged this on Talmidimblogging.
Condition is a big part of the legal immigrants. The illegal ones just stay below the radar and mock the law. But my wife still has difficulty complaining. If she complains about a pain, someone might find that she has something in her past that the government might not like and she gets deported. Have you ever noticed that legal immigrants always use their turn signal? Just kidding, but it gets that bad. Between the Netherlands and Indonesia, she lived about seven years, maybe four in Indonesia, three in Holland, three in Germany when I was stationed there, and sixty in the USA proper, and she feels that she has conditions that require her best behavior. Yet, there are two unconditional things with God’s love. We have to be all in, loving God with all our heart, soul, mind, etc. without leaving anything back, because God first loved us even while we were sinners. Wow!
I particularly like the King James, and others, which says we are an heir of God, through Christ. I wonder why English Standard leaves that out. Everything we are is through Christ the Son. I love your posts that show your sentiment to adoption. Loved one.
I probably should have researched my translations— this business of mine ebbs and flows— a not so fun roller coaster —
Thank you Oneta for your support!
So happy to have been adopted as a son of God. Blessings.
Amen Michael—adopted by Grace
Beautiful post, Julie! It’s wonderful to remember that God’s grace is far, far bigger than the sum of all our problems. J.
Thank you my friend— His grace is truly a lifeline- the only lasting lifeline
How old were you when you were adopted?
I was 4 months.
I have learned that my mother went to the hospital, gave birth and left.
I was premature and eventually went to a foster family, and then the adoption agency before my ‘parents’ brought me home.
Forgive me.. but you seem somewhat disturbed over the circumstances of you having been adopted… or in the least regarding why your birth mother left you.
no, adoption is a good thing—but my personal circumstances were most complicated on both ends of the hand off—
Sorry to hear. When one is young it’s the visuals that seem to stick around in the mind.
Yep
You feeling guilt?
No nothing like that — it’s all good Doug—
Fair enough.
I remember you shared your story of being adopted in past posts. Julie adoption is such a precious motif that Scripture adopts to show how much our Triune God love those who trust in Him
You are so right Jim!!!
🙂