When son Paul married Liz, her daughter Hannah gained a father. Mostly. To watch the family interact — to see Hannah regard Paul, and Paul regard Hannah — they were father-daughter in every way.

But under the surface, where the law reigns, the situation was different. Because he wasn’t Hannah’s biological father, his legal responsibilities were slightly tempered and his rights weren’t as absolute. As evidence, she still wore her previous last name.

All that changed Tuesday morning, when Paul’s adoption of Hannah was officially pronounced by the court. Under oath, Paul became her real father, accepting the irrevocable duties that come with that high office. As such, Hannah became especially chosen by Paul. She became his daughter and his legal heir. It was a marvelous occasion, followed by a justifiably marvelous celebration at Paul and Liz’s apartment!

When Hannah goes to school, or church, or just introduces herself to anybody anywhere (which she is rather prone to do), she will no longer need to explain why everybody in her family is named Branch but she. She is a Branch — marked with the name that confirms her membership in the family.

Of course, there is much to celebrate, simply in the merits of this moment. But also what a reminder of our own adoption as believers in Christ. In fact (and this should touch a believer’s heart), Jesus Himself was adopted, by one who played no role in His conception, Joseph.

In turn, we are adopted into God’s family. We have become His children. We hold an irrevocable promise as heirs.

Hannah’s adoption reminds me of that, so that the adoption process itself glorifies God. And my adoption by God brings new meaning to the precious process by which Hannah has been adopted — chosen and received by another person, whose love extends far beyond what she can even imagine at this point.

Congratulations, Hannah! Congratulations, Paul and Liz!

It’s a high calling, and worthy of your efforts. Rejoice and be glad!