07/19/2025
🔥God Gave You to Him🔥
(Shared with permission from person I spoke with to possibly help others)
I was talking to someone yesterday, and what he shared with me left a mark on my heart that I won’t soon forget.
He told me about a boy he had adopted out of foster care. The child had been bounced around from home to home, leaving behind a trail of broken trust and buried pain. By the time this man stepped into his life, the boy was angry—violent, even. He would break the toys given to him. He smashed dishes. He lashed out in every way he knew how. The man confessed that, as the adoption process neared its final stages, he started to question everything. Was he really capable of raising a child so wounded? Did he have the patience, the strength, the grace?
But instead of walking away, he made a choice. He decided to give that boy a life he was never born into—but one he deserved. And so, the adoption was finalized.
The years that followed were beautiful. The boy slowly began to open up. He laughed. He made friends. He was saved and baptized. He traveled—Disney World, Six Flags, a cruise, even a trip to the mountains. He lived the kind of life every child should get the chance to live.
But then, at just five years into their life together, the boy was diagnosed with cancer. And within a year… he was gone.
The man was shattered.
He didn’t just grieve—he got angry. Angry at God. Angry at the world. Angry that after all the healing, after all the love, it ended in loss. He lost his joy. He lost his faith. And for a long time, he carried the weight of that pain like a stone around his neck.
Until yesterday.
As we talked, he opened up. He remembered the trips, the laughter, the salvation. And through the tears, he asked me the question I’ve heard more times than I can count:
“Matthew, why did God take my baby boy? Why did He take my only child?”
And I looked at him and asked, “Have you ever thought maybe it wasn’t that God gave you a child, but that God gave that child you?”
Maybe God, knowing the boy’s time would be short, gave him a father who would love him fully in the time he had. Maybe God chose you to be the one who would show him how to be loved right. To give him peace. To give him joy. To give him a taste of heaven on this side of eternity.
And maybe, just maybe, your faith was being tested—not to break you, but to produce in you a deeper patience, a refined trust, a stronger endurance.
We talked more after that. We prayed. And right there, in that moment, he let go of the bitterness he had been holding for a year. He repented. Not just from anger at God—but from the regret that had been consuming him. He realized that moving forward doesn’t mean forgetting. It means honoring the ones we’ve lost by living better, by loving harder, by valuing every moment and every person.
Because the truth is, we’re all God’s children. And none of us know how much time we have.
So make the most of the time you’re given with people. Don’t waste it. Pour into them. Love them. Because maybe, just maybe, God didn’t give them to you...
He gave YOU to THEM.
