During the adoption process I began to understand how aggressively God pursues us in the same way that I had to aggressively pursue my kids. I flew through endless stacks of paperwork, went to never-ending fingerprinting and doctor appointments, met with social workers, paid a large sum of money and patiently waited for that day we would all pull up in our driveway home at last. Adoption is like running. It is a journey, it’s got hard stretches, but in the end it is a beautiful adventure that is very much worth taking. Adoption should also be celebrated in the same way that winning a race is celebrated. The best way we can understand our adoptive Father’s (God) love for us is to adopt for our self.