Our son Chandler turned eleven yesterday. We went out to dinner last night and celebrated as a family. When we got home, I went to a piece I had written about Chandler when he was 18 months along (“Me, Adopt? Why I decided to become a dad all over again at age 52” http://www.fischtank.com/ft/articlesdetail.cfm?articleid=6). I wanted to see how the things I had written then had held up over the last ten years. I found out they had done quite well.
Here’s a sampling:
“I look into his eyes and see someone who has always belonged to me. Every time I look at him I am flooded with thankfulness that God would grace us in this way. Up until his birth, I thought we were doing our son, God, and the world a favor. Now I realize we are the ones upon whom the favor has been bestowed.
“I get it now. I get it so much more than I did 20 years ago with my first two children. I get the value of life. I get the importance of those moments spent with total concentration on the activity and thought processes of a child. I get it that a child returns to us the meaning of the moments in our lives.”
…and here’s the point:
“God watches each one of our lives and personalities unfold before him with the same satisfaction that I watch my son grow. Yes, there is much to bring God sorrow in the world, and yet there is much that brings him joy. I’m convinced of this, or else he would not have bothered with us in the first place.”
We didn’t “have” Chandler; in a very real way we chose Chandler. Just like God has chosen you and me. He chose us to be part of something we don’t even realize yet – something far more wonderful than any of us could imagine or dream. Are you game to live it out? Are you ready to put it all on the line? Look at the picture here of our 10-year-old, and tell me that isn’t worth everything you could put into it. This is serious business. This is life, and life eternal. I don’t want to mess any of it up. I don’t think you do either.