“Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child
I’m just a long way from my home.”
These are lines to a Matthew Perryman Jones song that I have been listening to over and over today. It has me thinking about how true this is. It gives words to the uncomfortable feeling I have at times that there is more to this life.
While we have been adopted and are no longer orphans, we are still waiting the finalization of our adoption. I think that’s why we sometimes don’t feel adopted. Paul puts it this way:
“We ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies.” Romans 8:23
We are waiting to be brought home to our Father’s house. We are not home. Yet, we are going home and what a glorious day that will be. This spiritual reality is also pictured in our physical adoption of children. When my wife and I adopted our children we went to Florida, signed all the papers, then waited for a couple weeks before we could return home to North Carolina. Our children were adopted, they had new parents, but they had yet to be brought to their home.
Thinking of this just now, and writing this down makes me long all the more to get home. Lord, come and make this adoption final! Thank you for your promise to do just that!