If you have ever adopted or known anyone who has, you most likely have heard a story of some sort of miracle along the way.
We have those stories. But tonight I remember the very moment I realized she was my child. We adopted Hannah at 4 weeks old. We got a call one morning from Bethany Christian Services and we, Bill and I and our 3 1/2 yr old son, Micah, had her in our arms that evening after dinner.
It truly was love at first sight and the next few days we spent just getting to know one another. One of those mornings I was bathing Hannah and noticed behind her ears, a little dark something, not gross, just like a little bit dirty. Like cradle cap dirty.
I didn’t wash it off right away. I didn’t know if I should. Do you wash the dirty off of someone else’s child? That’s how she came, with dirt behind her ears. I should leave it there.
Wait. She is my child. I wasn’t sharing, I wasn’t asking. I wrapped that little washcloth around my finger and got behind those little ears and washed them clean. In that moment, just like that, she was my daughter.
God did that with me. Only, He didn’t think twice, He got right in there and cleaned me up. He sees the dirt no one else sees and continues to love me. I am His child, He adopted me and He doesn’t share.
John 1:12 English Standard Version (ESV)
But to all who did receive him, who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God
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