My Crazies

As I write I can hear the girls upstairs screeching in delight as they play wildly together.

They are CRAZY. Delightfully crazy, mind you, but SO full of energy, bouncing off the walls, furniture and each other, crazy. Their constant noise and commotion is unsettling, but I wouldn't trade them lovin' each other and playing together for anything.

There was a definite shift in their relationship about two months ago. Kalea and Naomi love each other, but there was so much fighting. It was around the time we first saw Mayzee, and although my heart was telling me she was our daughter, my brain was telling me there was no way I was ready for all this adoption would entail.

And then the girls' relationship changed. It's hard to describe. Their sister hearts have more compassion for each other. They have found in each other a best friend. They are wild and crazy, but the screams come from sisters chasing and playing, not fighting over something of no worth.

The timing was a tender mercy from God to me, reminding me that I am on His errand and He will provide the way.

I worry about all of the what if's associated with this adoption - we are bringing home a daughter with 3 years of life experiences and a challenging medical condition, who will be leaving everyone and everything she knows. I expect the adjustment to be rough in the beginning. And yet, when I look at the photos of the three girls on the bookshelf, I see, both in my mind and my heart, that they are meant to be together. Meant to be sisters. It is a joyful feeling that overrides the doubt. And again I'm reminded that God is at the helm.