Parenting a former orphan has taught me much about my faith over the last few months. One of the most valuable insights I've gleaned is a little concept I like to call "orphan moments".
When I speak of an orphan moment I refer to those moments when life with Max is smooth sailing until for some reason, his little world implodes, and things get ugly. He's a happy, productive member of a family who feels loved and accepted and then all of a sudden he isn't. Sometimes there's a visible trigger that makes him feel like an orphan and sometimes there isn't.
I can totally relate.
You'd think because I grew up in a healthy well-adjusted family that I wouldn't have orphan moments. That I wouldn't be able to relate to his wounded, raw emotions that make him feel unloved and unwanted. But I totally can. We all have emotional baggage that Satan likes to throw at us to make us feel wounded, rejected, and lonely. It's easy for me to forget that I'm a part of a loving family in Christ. That I was adopted into a heavenly family that will never reject me.
Sometimes I have ugly orphan moments too. I think we all do.