Yesterday was a great day. We had the honor of being witnesses to the adoption of a little boy. Anthony was put into the care of our friends about a year ago, and he stayed with them as his case travelled through the appropriate channels. He was a foster kid, then an orphan, and now he is a son again.
It was amazing to sit there and watch this very short act. There were a lot of us there, all crammed into this little court room in the Lancaster County Courthouse. The kids, and there were lots of them, too, were all there, being as quiet as they could possibly be. Maybe the meaning was lost on them for the moment. Anthony had been apart of my daughters’ lives for a year; he was synonymous with Thrush. But here in the courthouse the meaning was not lost on the adults.
Perhaps the most amazing part for me happened twice. Both Derek and Kristen were asked separately as the sat in the dock what Anthony’s new name was going to be. From this point forward, Anthony would have a new name; a new name that would reflect the truth that his old destiny was gone (as Kristen’s dad later pointed out), and he had a new identity.
I hold onto the promise that we are new creations in Christ. He gives us our hope, He has displayed the love of the Father so clearly, and He has given us entrance into the Father’s company. Through Him and what He has done on our behalf we have become Sons and Heirs of the most high. How amazing is this! What we witnessed in a small, lopsided courtroom was a reflection of what happens in the heavenlies. Beautiful.
What does the future hold for this little boy? Only God knows. What we know is that he is a Thrush. And perhaps he always was.
PS: On a side note, just a reminder that I will be in Indiana this weekend. Say a prayer for vision, insight, and leading if you think about it. I’m sure my wife wouldn’t mind it if you always threw in safe travel. You can follow me on twitter if you wanna see where we are (WarwickFuller).