We chose the name Layla for our first adopted daughter because it means "dark beauty." Her birthmother loved the name and added Marie as he middle name to honor her own mother.
We were a bit stumped with our second little surprise. We fell in love with the name London, for no particular reason other than it was beautiful. Ryan had always had a longing in his heart for a biological child, so we thought it appropriate to give her the name Ryan as a middle name.
We suddenly became the family with two kids with names that started with an L. Two isn't enough to really put you in that parenting category, but three is.
A couple of months ago, David Sons was preaching about being a people who is generous and who know that God has provided them with everything. He spoke of the Levites, the tribe that owned no land, but who were given the job of working in God's temple.
God was their only inheritance.
This struck me hard; not just as an incredible lesson for myself, but as a prayer for my son. A boy who has most likely known more hurt, fear, hunger, and heartache than we could ever imagine. A boy who owns nothing and has nothing. A boy who will give up all he does know to join our family half way across the globe.
God is and will be his inheritance.
And his name will be Levi.
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