Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Adjusting

8 1/2 days ago we headed to the airport in China for almost 30 hours of travel.

7 days ago we landed in the DC area and our daughter was declared a US citizen.

We came HOME and Felicity met her brothers.   They have loved her for months and she instantly fell in love with them.  It was beautiful to see all of my children together, under the same roof, for the first time.


Our home is all sorts of crazy right now.  Dishes overflow in the sink.  There is more laundry than I thought could be possible begging to be folded in my living room.  Toddler toys can be found on the floor in every room in the house.  I am realizing that we did not toddler proof enough.  The boys start back to their homeschooling tutorial tomorrow and I have spent the last few days attempting to get them back on track with their work, and failing miserably. I try to remember we have only been home for 7 days. and I work to extend myself grace.

And then there is Felicity.

She is a sweet, adorable little thing and she has my heart.  She is doing amazingly well; better than we expected.  We were educated in all of the ways this time could be, and we have been so amazed by her courage and her vulnerability.

The smiles. The beautiful, sweet eye contact.  The hugs.  The kisses that have gone from her just giving us her cheek when we asked for a kiss, to full, grab-you-by-the-head-and-draw-you-in-for-a-lip-kiss.  And in these moments things seem,

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So 

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But there is another side to this.

There is a girl who screams and acts out at bedtime or nap time.  A girl who rarely sleeps.  There are the normal behaviors of a toddler who is testing boundaries and learning about her environment.  And then there are the behaviors you learn about in your adoption education classes under: What to Expect.  There is a little girl, who I call my daughter, that has experienced a great deal of loss and suffering in her short life.  Loss caused by the brokenness of the world we live in.

And as I hold her, kicking and screaming, fighting me and sleep, I am reminded that redemption always comes at a cost.  It comes with pain too.  I only have to look at the cross and my own redemption to know that.  But I also know, that it comes with an unspeakable joy.

So, please continue to pray for our family.  For Felicity.