Lani was our Hakalola girl. When she was only ten days old, this beautiful, tormented Hawaiian baby, who was addicted to drugs in the womb, became my niece’s foster child. Because of drugs, her birth parents were not allowed to take her home from the hospital.
Suffering from withdrawal, Lani cried incessantly the first seven months of her life. However, in those rare moments of peace, that wide, toothless grin wrapped its way around every heart making her an indispensable member of our family, but she wasn’t really ours.
What a beautiful child she was with her chubby cheeks, shiny black eyes and a mass of uncontrollable curls.
When, after 2 ½ years, Lani’s birth parents could not get their act together, my niece and her husband were allowed to adopt this enchanting little girl, bringing her home from Hawaii. At last, she was really ours.
Doctor’s predicted that she would doubtless be retarded and most certainly behind in her motor skills. But—they reckoned without an adoring, nurturing family, a stable environment, and the presence of God in her life. She was running by the time she was nine months old and talking in complete sentences shortly thereafter.
Lani knew from the beginning she was adopted—that she was Hawaiian. She loved to hear the stories about how her Mommy and Daddy chose her. Long before she could get her tongue around the word Hawaiian, she coined her own identity. She was the Hakalola girl!
She used that to her own advantage. When someone asked, “Why did you do this or why did you do that? She shrugged her little shoulders and cried, I’m the Hakalola girl.
he was full of fun and mischief the source of much laughter. One Saturday morning she took a box of dry cereal and filled every window sill across the living room with colorful “Fruit Loops.”
Her Mom, greatly annoyed, scolded her roundly. Then going to the closet, she took out the “Dust Buster” with the intention of vacuuming up the cereal.
When Lani saw the little vacuum, she hid behind the chair crying, O, Mommy, Mommy don’t suck me up. Don’t suck me up. She knew she had done something wrong, and even at her young age, she knew there were consequences.
Being adopted made no difference. She was loved, provided for, and disciplined in the same manner as her older brother, Marcus, the natural born son, and she was also an equal heir.
Thinking about Lani’s adoption makes me think of my own. For, I am adopted. I have been adopted into the family of God. It is pretty mind blowing to know that I am part of God’s family. He is my father and I am His heir. In fact Romans 8:17 says, I am joint heir with God’s Son, Jesus Christ.
I belong to God, and just as Lani was accountable to her adoptive parents, I am accountable to my heavenly father.
During the long years of my relationship with God, I have learned, through His Word, through teaching, and by experience, that God wants me to honor Him. He has certain standards by which I must live.
Now, I don’t have to do that. I don’t have to live according to His standards. I have a free will, but I choose to honor Him. Yet, I shamefully admit there have been times when I have dishonored God—times when I filled the windowsills of my life with “Fruit Loops.”
In my imagination, I can see God with His little “Dust Buster” cleaning up the mess that I have made, and I want to cry, “I’m sorry Lord. Don’t suck me up! Don’t suck me up!
You see, I know when I have dishonored God, and I know there are consequences. So, the indispensable part of my cry is “I am sorry, Lord.”
1 John 1:9 tells us, “If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.”
Again, in John 14:15, Jesus said, “If you love me, keep my commandments.”
It’s that simple! When I love Him with all my heart, I will no longer allow those annoying “Fruit Loops” to clutter my life.
Pray with me today King David’s prayer found in Psalm 51:10-12. “Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me. Cast me not away from Your presence, and do not take Your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and uphold me by Your generous Spirit.”
In essence, David is saying, “DON’T SUCK ME UP! Don’t throw me out with the trash.”
The sun will come out tomorrow