Everyone in my family of five is a pyromaniac. It’s just fun, calming and addicting to be by a fire and watch things burn. But playing with the fire today was extra fun because we were burning ten years of court documents.
For the past five years we have been waiting for my husband, Ian to adopt my daughter, Aria. The courts took so long and there were innumerable hiccups throughout our process. At times we were angry at the delays and other times we would just laugh at the seemingly incompetent system. We stood in line after line with bad information and jumped through every hoop the judge asked us to.
However, no matter how long, frustrating and agitating this process was, it has been entirely worth it. For my husband, it was a dream in his heart since the day we were engaged. And it held glory because our daughter knows that Ian fought relentlessly for her from the beginning.
Even in the midst of the fun and joy, as we burned these papers today, I stopped to lean into the voice of the Holy Spirit as He reminded me of a very pivotal step in our process one night ten years ago.
In the backyard of a friend’s house (that would in three years be our own suburban Southern California home), before Ian and I were married, we sat here in this very spot with a small group of church friends singing the old hymn, “It Is Well”. In only a few short hours we were to be in court to fight for sole custody of my daughter. With fear and trembling we sang, plucked a six-string and prayed that God would be with us and give us favor with the court.
Our Faithful God has brought us full circle. We are now burning the documents and all the records and proof that we had to keep of the abuse and pain that we suffered through.
A smile was reflected in the tears in my eyes as I told Holy Spirit, “Let them burn, because with it goes the lies, the fear, the shame, the disappointment and the guilt that came with rebelliously being involved with the wrong guy.”
A contract was agreed upon on earth with the same covenant made in heaven through a promise and dream as my husband legally became my daughter’s father forever. After the “proof” was burned, all that remains is love, family, new last names and the faithfulness of our God. Here’s to new beginnings and a life lived in the hands of a God who is more than worthy of our trust!
Redefined by Grace,
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