I recently finished reading Adopted for Life, by Russell Moore. It was one that I wanted to buy by the box-full and distribute to everyone I know.
It’s not just that I feel passionately about adoption and want to see it prioritized among the Christian Church, though I’m sure there will be plenty of posts as Jordan and I ponder and walk through that. But it’s the sweet message to my soul – I am adopted in Christ – and the implications of that beautiful truth. Everyone needs to read it.
I got Hadley’s new birth certificate in the mail today, and as I read what should have been a boring, standard, document, I was brought to tears. On the line labeled “Father’s Name” were the most wonderful words: Jordan Dahl. My husband.
To some, this may seem obvious. But then you’re missing something.
For nearly four years, that line has been blank.
But there’s no amendment. It’s not like “Father added, March 12, 2011” or whatever. There’s no name change listed or certificate history. It’s just there. Her name. Her father’s name. Her mother’s name.
When Hadley talks about her dad, it’s with this sweet confidence. God always knew Jordan would be her dad, he just waited to tell us. And now he’s here and he’s never going anywhere.
It’s the beauty of adoption – it stretches all the way back – it says, “from birth, this is who you were always going to be.”
God looks at me and says, “I have called you by name, you are mine” (Isaiah 43). He says, “Once you were not a people, but now you are God’s people; once you had not received mercy, but now you have received mercy” (1 Peter 2).
Man, it’s so good I don’t even know where to start. So I just stare at Hadley’s birth certificate and fight the urge to do a happy dance. And I sit in sweet awe and reflection of my Savior who placed his name on that line for me, with his blood, wiping away every stain and saying, “This one’s mine.”