We signed bazillion dotted lines
On twenty pounds of paper
We went to classes – stretched our minds
Did court instead of labor
Then welcomed three into our clan
Their pain became soon ours
We knew that family was God’s plan
Here evil loses power
God knits a family of love
Of many different colors
Forms bonds with cords designed above
So hearts and lives grow fuller.
Our Father wants us fig’ring out
There’s no such thing as “others”
That all His children walk about
As sisters and as brothers.
Since adoption almost six years ago, we live in a family with members of different colors.
My mother’s heart hurts for my kids when the color of their skin is the cause for insecurities or even slander. But more often it aches for the hurt that comes from somewhere completely different. The inability to believe that we are worthy of love despite our shortcomings causes much pain. Sin makes every human being aware we are not lovable, the sins of others as well as the sin deeply rooted within ourselves.
God fully knew us, from foibles to strongholds, and yet completely loved us. He gave His one and only Son to die for our sins. He loved us so much that He didn’t want to be without us.
“A new commandI give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.”
(poem, pictures and pondering, Heidi Viars, 2020)