When I was about 8 years old, my parents told me I was getting the best gift ever - a big brother. You see, us adopted kids don't have to be satisfied with getting a 'little brother' like our biologically connected counterparts. We come in all ages, sizes, and colors. And a big brother was exactly what I hoped for.
My brother is as tough as nails. He's walked down paths that I could have never survived. He's a fighter. But a few weeks ago the weight of his world was so heavy that it seemed as if he had nothing left to fight for.
In that time I wept with him as he considered taking his own life - never knowing that today was the day that his life was going to belong to Jesus.
At about 6:00 a.m. this morning, my cell phone rang. I spent the next hour and a half listening to my brother share the most beautiful descriptions of grace I have ever heard. Saved. Justified. Saint.
Adoption on earth gives us the same earthly father. Adoption in the heavenly realms gives us the same Abba Father. He's my brother twice now.