He predestined us to be adopted as his sons through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will—
We said goodbye to him yesterday.
My best friend's father.
He fought a battle with lung cancer for almost two years, having not been a smoker.
We drove through the pine forests and winding hills of East Texas to the christian camp he and his wife have supported for many years. And under the cover of an open air pavillion, massive trees the backdrop, a group gathered to remember his life and to celebrate his home-going.
As various speakers told of his generosity and his golf game and his grandkids, I found myself reflecting on what made the man special to me.
And that is this:
He and his wife adopted my best friend when JK was just a few weeks old.
And he was such a daddy to her that JK carries several of his best traits. He was precise when it counted; JK is precise. You definitely want to make curtains with JK...they will hang perfectly, be the right length and do all the things they are supposed to. Purposeful precision, handed down from him to JK.
He was clear on what he felt was right and wrong. And JK is clear on her beliefs, just like her daddy.
Several years ago, JK's birth family made contact. I was the 'dummy' address, with all correspondence coming through me and I would dispense the letters and photos and info to JK. It was an interesting time, something I hadn't experienced before.
But what was most inspiring to me was this.
JK appreciated the info we received, was glad for the medical histories and found her birth family info interesting.
But at the end of the day, she never wrestled with her identity or her sense of personal history or connection.
She has always been clear on who she is and whose she is.
She is her daddy's girl.
He gave that to her, that environment of being loved and wanted and fully grafted in.
As JK said yesterday to me, "When my dad decided to adopt something, he went all in."
Whether that was supporting a christian camp or conducting environmental studies for an oil firm or defending his beliefs.
Or adopting JK.
He was all in.
And left his imprint.
And I thank him.
My life is infinitely more blessed because he and his wife made my JK their daughter.
It's a picture of our Father. When He decided to adopt us, He went all in. And when we fully accept that we are His, we are gifted with a deep knowledge of our identity in Him, of the true sense of family, of the abiding presence of His traits written across our spiritual DNA.
Welcome home, JK's daddy.
You will be missed. And we look forward to joining you.
At our Daddy's house.