Happy Mother’s Day
“We know not what we should pray for as we ought.” Romans 8:26
The way to peace and victory is to accept every circumstance, every trial, straight from the hand of a loving Father; and to live up in the heavenly places, above the clouds, in the very presence of the Throne, and to look down from the Glory upon our environment as lovingly and divinely appointed. (Streams in the Desert)
As far back as I can remember, I have felt special, due in no part to anything about me; instead, that impression has everything to do with my mother and father. My earliest memory goes something like this, “Son, you’re special because we chose you.” I did not comprehend it at the time, and they may not have fully understood it themselves, but Henry and Lois established a sure foundation from which to embrace the reality. Being adopted was better, in my undeveloped mind, than having been their natural-born son, although I secretly wished that I had inherited my father’s height, his James Dean good looks, and his deep bass voice. Chalk it up to masterful child psychology coming from a boilermaker and a church librarian, mainly because it was heartfelt and honest. They were unable to have children of their own, so they chose to lavish their love on someone else’s miscalculation, redeeming both child and themselves in the process. They believed adoption to be the will of God for them, and truth be known, it was for my sister and me as well.
I wish that every child could develop according to the strong impression that she or he is special and chosen for greatness. The truth is, life is special and you are too. The Father says to each of us, “You are special, because I chose you.” (From Ordinary Glory: Finding Grace in the Commonplace by Dane Fowlkes)