When all this adoption stuff began, I was resolved to not worry or be nervous. I thought, “If we do get a baby, that will be awesome. If we don’t, it will be good for our sanctification.” sounds kinda harsh, I know, but there it is. But on Tuesday night, as we approached Memphis, the nervousness descended. I mean, it was hiving a long lost sibling that you loved because you knew he was your brother, but you were going to meet him in person for the first time.
“For ye have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear; but ye have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father.” Romans 8:15
“Having predestinated us unto the adoption of children by Jesus Christ to himself, according to the good pleasure of his will.” Ephesians 1:5
“He that spared not his own son, but delivered Him up for us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all things?”
These three request I make: that you Pray for Josiah, that in God’s good time, he would come to meet Christ; that you would praise God for his infinite mercy in bringing Josiah to us; and that, though we love our precious Josiah, that we would keep our eyes focused on Christ, and honour him with all that we do.