tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67589669814926790242024-03-14T00:16:48.222-07:00our own little garden in Asiathe Father asked us to move our family to Asia 10 years ago and gave us a small plot to work in and till. We just really pray He'll touch others' lives in the same beautiful ways that He has touched us!johnny and shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058094642136865837noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758966981492679024.post-58176435839451436652014-11-03T12:40:00.001-08:002014-11-03T12:40:30.824-08:00Qiangic Speaking Tibetans (English - 9.5 mins)<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/4jpT9HTMeik" width="459"></iframe>johnny and shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058094642136865837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758966981492679024.post-12865505149633964022013-01-02T22:44:00.002-08:002013-01-02T22:44:37.504-08:00ode to my hiking boots<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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13 1/2 years ago, when I bought my hiking boots, I bought them to actually hike. I thought I would like hiking. I knew I would live in the mountains, so naturally, it would make sense to hike lots and lots and love it. I bought these shoes and a North Face sleeping bag that is also still going strong (just in case you want to know about quality and stuff). And they have seen some hiking action. <br />
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But, after sleeping in caves full of bats and on top of monasteries (on top of the roof) that more resembled rat speedways. And after actually hiking and learning that it's really more like: I-cannot-breathe-I-might-die, I actually rarely use them for hiking.<br />
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I do, however, still wear them every time we travel to the mountains. They are my most disgusting shoes I own. They have seen some pretty nasty potties. So I wear them because I don't want any of my other shoes to get dirty like they are.<br />
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But I was looking at them the other day and thought about all the places they've been. They've been in my favorite place in the world (besides home) for 2 years. Theyhe've hiked some pretty remote areas. Like areas that no other foreigner has been before. They've seen some of the most beautiful scenery in the world, as well as hiked in the highest mountain range in the world. They've traveled with a handsome husband and with 2 backpack babies on my back. They've traveled with some of my favorite people I've ever met, who've lived overseas or visited overseas. They've been there when we've told stories that are so so precious to our hearts. They've walked for hours at a time and for minutes at a time.<br />
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I can tell you for sure I never imagined those boots would see all that when I bought them. And I think they'll see more since they're showing no signs of falling apart any time soon...<br />
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This year for Christmas, we decided instead of fighting the culture here, we'd embrace it. Because when people here get together for a party, somehow, singing almost always occurs. So, we did our version of the Voice. The blue/brown version instead of the Red/black version...</div>
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And, can I say, it was so so so fun? It was so easy to get every one of our friends sing. And that little girl in the picture down there? She sang, too. And it was awesome.</div>
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From Christmas Eve through Christmas morning, we love Christmas.</div>
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This year was all about dress-ups, which made Christmas afternoon extra fun!</div>
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<br />johnny and shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058094642136865837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758966981492679024.post-80523134354105854012012-12-28T19:52:00.003-08:002012-12-28T19:52:47.705-08:00Christmas Camp OutOn December 23, we watch Polar Express--it's our favorite Christmas movie--and then we all pile on each other and on the couches and sleep in the living room. In the two years we've done it, it's become my favorite night of the year. We sleep in the same room any time we travel, and I love that, too, but there is something about being in our house. Cozy to us. Familiar. I love it.<br />
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This year, we've been kinda playing catch up in the days leading up to Christmas. We hadn't finished buying presents and doing the presents for our friends in town, so we've been staying up working on projects. So eating hamburgers and watching the movie two days before Christmas has been the perfect time as a family. I love this family.<br />
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<br />johnny and shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058094642136865837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758966981492679024.post-36723141825076316082012-12-23T19:38:00.000-08:002012-12-23T19:38:19.110-08:00A Little Detour on our way to ChristmasI think one of my favorite verses in the whole Bible is what Zechariah prophesies over John. It talks about John preparing the way for the "sunrise from on high" who is coming to save His people who sit in shadows and darkness. I just love that. I love reading Luke as well as Matthew--I think I just love the little bits about Zechariah and Simeon and Anna. What awesome people with faith and patience. <br />
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And their stories just resonate with us. Patience to see the Saviour come. Faith that He is coming. We work among a people that are notoriously hard to the Good News. But He does promise that they will believe. And we are thankful that we get to meet them and love them and tell them the stories. What a gift in and of itself.<br />
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For some reason, when I've read the parts of the Word that have to do with the birth of Jesus, I've never really noticed the parts about the difficulty surrounding His birth. There were so many wondrous things that happened, and I love those parts. But there were some horrible things and some very difficult circumstances that happened right as He was born that I've overlooked. But for some reason, that fact has brought me comfort this year. As we have discomfort or hard moments, I want to remember that He went through much worse. He can relate. He is the one who can best relate. <br />
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Our Christmas season has looked different this year. We spent over half the advent season in a tropical country without our stuff that we have. So we've done little activity to celebrate advent besides reading the story of His birth. Several times. But I'm so thankful that He came. I'm so thankful that He is still coming to us AND to people who haven't heard His name. I'm so thankful for HIM.<br />
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Here are some pictures of the beginning of the month:<br />
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<br />johnny and shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058094642136865837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758966981492679024.post-86890766409067965412012-11-21T21:16:00.001-08:002012-11-21T21:16:35.245-08:00ThankfulHappy Thanksgiving!<br />
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We are so thankful for so many things this year, but one of the things that happened yesterday was that we got a text from a friend that's in town from the mountains. She wants to see us today (it's T-giving morning right now), which isn't the best timing, but we're just so thankful she's asking to hang out, we're going to make sure it happens!!<br />
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We're just thankflul that friendships are slowly going deeper. And I'm thankful that my husband is so go with the flow about her coming, too. And that we had 3 days of rest earlier this week :). We are given good gifts...<br />
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<br />johnny and shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058094642136865837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758966981492679024.post-60831349177107251952012-11-14T17:59:00.001-08:002012-11-15T00:24:14.568-08:00trying to be creative in November<div style="margin: 0; overflow: hidden; padding: 0; width: 500px;">
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This year, I asked Luke how he might want to be thankful as we get ready for Thanksgiving. Like, we'd be thankful for something every day. And he said he wanted to make paper dolls and be thankful for people this year. <br />
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I thought that was a great idea, so we proceeded to make several different kinds of chains. And decorate them. And we plan to think of names of people (and probably some things, honestly) that we're thankful for. Starting late, I know.<br />
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So, in the pictures, you can see Luke coloring a chain of pilgrims. And we made a chain of turkeys, too, using a simple template.<br />
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And I woke up to find the boys making masks yesterday. Jace's is a monster mask. Luke's was a wolfman mask (I don't have a picture).<br />
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And I saw an idea on pinterest for using a smashbook to make scripture books that can be read at night. So I'm in the middle of writing the scripture, and then I'm going to have to find stickers, pictures, etc to go with the words. I'm excited about giving the book to them and hope they'll want to read it at night and learn the verses that way...johnny and shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058094642136865837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758966981492679024.post-23316604721003257672012-11-07T19:30:00.001-08:002012-11-08T08:16:07.586-08:00SEVEN part 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Luke got Heelys for his birthday!</div>
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We went to the mountains to see a festival for our people. It started the 26th of October and lasted 3 days in different places where our people live. We only went to one day, and we only lasted about 2 hours. My kids didn't think it was really cool. I did, but I'm outnumbered.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span">So we stayed two nights in what's </span><span class="Apple-style-span"> our favorite town in the mountains and then moved on to the town that is maybe the biggest stretch for me. But in this town, Dad is at work. There is a small posse of sisters that live there and have opened a coffee house. They have more faith than they really have coffee skills, but that's really a perfect fit for this little town in the mountains where people don't have money or high expectations for coffee anyway.</span><br />
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They want us to come back to teach English the end of Dec/beginning of January. There's no running water (to get water , everyone walks 5-10 minutes to the end of town and brings back their buckets that they boil or put in other bowls to flush the toilets). It's intense to me--I think if we spend a while there we'll eat out for every meal. Is that bad? If we go back in the summer, I'll cook. It seems scary to even consider the possibility...<br />
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We stayed one night in this beautiful town and then went to a place that is relatively comfortable--other foreigners live here and work and have a hostel and coffee house. The boys feel like it's heaven here. Friends to play with and rocks to climb and mountains to hike. Jace truly didn't want to come back to our home. He said it about 8 times that day. I didn't really want to leave either.<br />
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johnny and shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058094642136865837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758966981492679024.post-9521914516447352912012-11-06T05:12:00.002-08:002012-11-06T05:12:58.109-08:00SEVENLuke turned 7 last Friday. Our digital camera (our second this year) also broke while we were at a fall picnic earlier this month. :(. So we are waiting for our pictures to be developed--yep, we pulled out the ol' film camera.<br />
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But I took a few pictures with our iPad. So here they are. In case it's not clear what his birthday theme was, it was a "night" birthday. So we did everything we most love about nighttime: stars, planets, tents, campfires, movies...<br />
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I'll put more pictures up once we get our pictures back.johnny and shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058094642136865837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758966981492679024.post-86632149240933456272012-09-05T07:05:00.001-07:002012-09-05T07:05:04.027-07:00friendsAlmost everyone we know is going back to America for a few months this year. Or having a baby in Thailand. Even some of our local friends are working in America. And, truthfully, we have felt a little sad, as well as a little (or a lot) homesick this summer. <br />
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But I also feel so thankful. We have friends here in town that we feel are as close to family as possible without being family. Our kids get to go downstairs in our apartment complex every day to play with their friends. There are no cars, lots of playgrounds, basketball courts, and the kids are able to find and "build forts" all over the grounds.<br />
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So we'll miss our friends while they're gone. We'll kind of wish we're in the states. But we will also feel thankful that we get to live here and have the friends we have.<br />
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johnny and shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058094642136865837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758966981492679024.post-4693058774780283722012-08-31T08:44:00.000-07:002012-08-31T08:44:40.228-07:00knowing where to buy safety pinsWe were in Asia 3 1/2 years before we went back to the states for a bit. And when we came back after spending 7 months in the states, we had a LOT of things that we packed up and brought back. Things that we thought we couldn't find in Asia. Kitchen things, crafty things, kid things. You get the picture.<br />
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One of the things I brought back was a box of safety pins. Because I'd never seen safety pins in our city before. I love to shop and find fun new things, but I'd never ever seen safety pins. However, not even a year after we came back, guess what I found? In a junk shop full of teeny tiny things--a little like a Where's Waldo shop. But I found safety pins.<br />
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There's something so sweet about knowing where to buy safety pins. We use safety pins. And when we don't have them, there's a million times that they could be useful. It's so simple, but when we first came to Asia, we couldn't find safety pins. We didn't know how to say much more than hello or 1,2,3. We kind of just survived. <br />
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It took 5 years to be able to find safety pins. But there's something about knowing where to find them that makes me feel thankful that we know where to buy things and live life here now. I walk down the same streets that I felt like I would always just tolerate, and I realize that I really love living here. I love that there's a market across the street and that I know what flour to buy there and that I can get evaporated milk in the vegetable market. I know it's so simple and maybe even silly, but my heart really overflows. </div>
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johnny and shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058094642136865837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758966981492679024.post-90609233788036978842012-08-29T06:09:00.000-07:002012-08-29T06:09:05.918-07:00therapy and tortureOur family went away for a week and a half to Hong Kong, and had such a wonderful time! When we got away and stopped having to think about life in our city all the time, though, I found myself thinking a lot more about our kids in Africa. We are ready to see their faces. When we're busy at home, it's easier to not think about it, but on vacation, it's all I can think about!<br />
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I read some blogs one night, just wanting to see kids from Ethiopia. It was both torture and therapy. <br />
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The latest we have heard from our agency is that we are still at the top of the list for a referral (it's been 10 months since we got our referral last year) and that no adoptions have happened since then. BUT that they are doing paperwork to work with 2 or 3 more orphanages in Ethiopia. So, we're hopeful again!<br />
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Our friend Little Rainbow stayed with us the two weeks before we went to Hong Kong, and that kept my mind busy. It was a sweet time. She really is a precious friend to our boys and a sweet little girl that we've come to love! She is studying down south again, but it was a sweet two weeks before she/we left. <br />
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And there are times I grieve those dreams/plans that haven't come true. And I don't praise Him for leading us down the path He has for us. For being so intimately involved in our lives. I forget HIM too easily sometimes.<br />
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But it's ALL about Him. June 30 in Jesus Calling, Sarah Young writes, "As you follow Me, I lead you along paths of newness: ways you have never imagined. Don't worry what is on the road up ahead. I want you to find your security in knowing Me, the One who died to set you free."<br />
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I WANT to just spend my life on loving Him, like Charlie Hall says in his song, 'On the Road to Beautiful.' I wish it was easy. But it isn't always. However, it IS always good.<br />
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johnny and shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058094642136865837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758966981492679024.post-19411745530283909252012-06-11T06:36:00.000-07:002012-06-11T06:36:02.374-07:00connecting the dotsWhen I graduated from high school, I wanted to be a doctor when I grew up. Or I wanted to live overseas. So, when I was thinking about majors for college it looked like I either had to major in Biology or Spanish. (Both wrong, actually, but I didn't know that then.)<br />
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I chose Biology. Because I figured I could always change my major to something easier if I decided it wasn't in the Father's plan for me to be a doctor, but it would be really hard to change from something easier into Biology if I started out wrong. (Being a dr. wasn't the Father's will for me, but that's a different story.)<br />
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I didn't ever change my major. I really wanted to help people, and I couldn't see any better way than being a doctor. But I didn't love studying about plants and animals. And I really never understood Physics. I really wish I'd taken Physics in high school--still. I DID love studying about the ins and outs of the human body and all the small critters that can make a body sick. But the rest of it, I didn't love. <br />
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And I sometimes questioned the reason I studied Biology, which is so not useful in the real world if a person doesn't want to spend their life in a lab or in med school...Until last night. When my 6-year-old son finished his bedtime story for the night, which was actually a chapter from his science book. I could actually explain how the muscles in the esophagus work, and I watched Luke get excited about it. He truly loves everything science. It defies reason to me, but it is true.<br />
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So simple, but it was like the dots connected and the Lord whispered to my heart that sometimes His purposes aren't known right away, but that there's always a reason for the steps He has us take. I truly think He knew I would be homeschooling a science-loving 6-year-old someday. And I felt so thankful that I studied Organic Chemistry and Molecular and Cellular Biology for the first time in a long time, if not ever.<br />
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So here's my old 6 1/2 year old. He's kind and generous and so encouraging with every one of his words. If I was 6, I would want to be his friend!<br />
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<br />johnny and shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058094642136865837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758966981492679024.post-28418898039964809832012-05-14T22:52:00.001-07:002012-05-14T22:52:11.918-07:00Heart SurgeryWe have met and spent time with a couple different families whose children have the same ailment as our friend's sister. A hole in their heart. The first one we met over 5 years ago went in for surgery, and he didn't make it. <br />
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And we met another family 3 weeks ago with a daughter who also didn't make it.<br />
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But our friend, Grace, made it through the surgery and is out of the ICU and being a demanding 2 year old with her mom today. Like 2 year olds should be. Pouty and laughing and having fun with their moms and sisters all in a day's time.<br />
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We still have her older sister staying with us, but we feel so thankful that this outcome for sweet little Grace has been good. Her mom keeps telling us, "thank the Lord." <br />
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We feel just the same.johnny and shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058094642136865837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758966981492679024.post-60566243189217317102012-05-13T18:30:00.003-07:002012-05-13T18:30:38.723-07:00our other childrenWe get lots of questions about how adoption is going. It's not, it seems. We have pursued Ethiopia, and we received our first referral, we lost him in an African hospital, and then the country's adoptions have slowed by almost 90%, according to some people.<br />
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We have heard nothing since the country almost stopped processing papers. <br />
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And it's okay some days. It stinks some days. <br />
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We heard when we first started adopting to be open to whatever the Lord has for us. That we may start down one road and be turned by Him to another road. We don't really know His ultimate plan for what our family will look like, but we are open to be turned to another road. And we are open to stay straight on the path we've started down. We trust Him.<br />
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Waiting is never fun or easy. But if it's from Dad, it's always GOOD.<br />
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I learned from a good friend that the most important thing is to not always be looking down the road, but to just enjoy our family now, as it is right now. I feel thankful for the two boys the Father has already given us, and I don't want to miss a moment of their life. And, we hope, in time, Dad will add to our family.<br />
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Then, 3 weeks ago, when we were going for a prayerwalk and Johnny said he thought we should go pray around a big, famous hospital in town, I thought, <i>great, we can do that--what a great idea</i>. There are so many of the people we love that come to town to go to that hospital! So we walked and prayed and had such a good time.<br />
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Little did we know....<br />
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Two days later we got a phone call that there was a little family who had come to town for their little baby to have heart surgery and the mom and little daughter had to stay in the hospital. Did we know anyone who could care for the older daughter while mom and sister (Grace) were in the hospital? And we knew the Father was saying to be available. So we prayed and felt like, yes, we could take care of a little six-year-old. We had an extra room. We have toys. We have time.<br />
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So, we've had another 6 year old living with us. For 3 weeks, almost. And it's been the most wonderful and overwhelming and challenging thing we've experienced in a long time. Boy, do we feel tired at the end of the day, and we've had challenging moments that have driven us to our knees. It's amazing how much selfishness was in my heart. And how much more is still in there. Man.<br />
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I think so many of my cries to know Him better have been answered just in the past few months of being stretched and challenged. Most recently, by having another child in my house. One that is awake from 7 AM to 11 PM and wants help from me constantly. I have been desperate for Him in a way that is fresh and new. I feel thankful that He is still involved in my life. He still offers relationship to me. He still wants me to grow and be purified. He still blesses with unexpected gifts.<br />
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So, it's been an exciting road this month. And a good one. I feel so thankful for our little Rainbow staying here.johnny and shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058094642136865837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758966981492679024.post-55792978013372408432012-01-25T23:52:00.001-08:002012-01-26T00:13:29.116-08:00Our New Year<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>We didn't have a traditional Chinese New Year. It didn't include jiaozi or hot pot. We didn't endure 5-6 hours of fireworks exploding in the city. We celebrated new year in the mountains. <div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d9Rcq0HLM5k/TyEHXjztv0I/AAAAAAAAAa0/v9f_u0PVcgg/s320/IMG_0931.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701846704558292802" /></div><div> On the day before new year, we spent the day high up on a mountain. And we watched some special ceremonies which scared my children so much that we had to leave and go down to make a fire. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FZo2kqCFenE/TyEI7vWpPqI/AAAAAAAAAbM/y-1lEF7_RfM/s320/IMG_0950.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701848425644506786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><div>We stayed with our friend, where the boys were extremely fascinated with the stove in the middle of the room. It's really fun to put in dried corn cobs to stoke the fire!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYp9B9SKVgM/TyEHYAy4fHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/dl0s8vBJEww/s320/IMG_0808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701846712339430514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div>We played on a "beach" of sorts by the river. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7r20GXjL084/TyEJ7CNaTjI/AAAAAAAAAbk/9dMGBNrOyMI/s320/IMG_0852.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701849513037811250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div>And the boys got their first ride on a local tractor. Or a carry-the-trash-machine as it's literally translated...</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f2l92KgpEVc/TyEKcryWUlI/AAAAAAAAAbw/xfb-O4w97Nw/s320/IMG_0895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701850091134276178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div>Truthfully, it is always a bit of a culture stretch for us--it's quite different from America. It's even different from our city. And we don't stay long enough to get through culture shock. But you've never experienced hospitality like the people offer in the mountains. And there is just something special about it all...</div><div><br /></div></div>johnny and shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058094642136865837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758966981492679024.post-42709019461247982302011-12-16T16:26:00.000-08:002011-12-16T16:40:30.547-08:00it takes a village...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cpEfKL-Spk8/TuvkkS39GtI/AAAAAAAAAag/a2leY5q8xb8/s1600/IMG_0434.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>I heard a while back that the city we live in has about 4,000 foreigners. From all over. So we have import stores, western restaurants, toy stores, a dozen Starbucks. We don't suffer a lot here. I actually wouldn't be surprised if there are actually more than 4,000 "lao wai."<div><br /></div><div>We feel blessed by our little village. In our apartment complex, there are two boys the same age as Luke. And a girl and boy pretty close to the same age as Jace. We have families to play with and folks to do dinner with any time. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cpEfKL-Spk8/TuvkkS39GtI/AAAAAAAAAag/a2leY5q8xb8/s320/IMG_0434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686890266678336210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div>We get to go to fun Christmas parties like one that is called a BRIC party where we each make a new recipe (to us) and take it for a dinner party. Someone gets to make the appetizer, someone makes the main dish, someone makes dessert, sides, etc...Our friend thought it up--she's pretty creative. And it's fun.</div><div><br /></div><div>We get to host parties that are a mixture of our local friends and foreign friends like tonight. We'll eat hot pot for supper and then do traditional Christmas stuff with our friends at our house. Cookie decorating, Christmas story telling, singing, etc.</div><div><br /></div><div>We look at each other and think how thankful we are for the community we have here. How thankful we are for our ex-pat friends. But just how thankful we also are for our local friends. It's a gift.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>johnny and shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058094642136865837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758966981492679024.post-71990180207465908262011-12-03T04:25:00.000-08:002011-12-03T04:49:36.677-08:00Hark!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QZTpNLT46BY/TtoYI-YAE1I/AAAAAAAAAaU/aJroIkpIISg/s1600/IMG_0645.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>I'm loving the words to the song "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing" this year.<div><br /></div><div>I love that it says: "Peace on earth and mercy mild, </div><div>God and sinner reconciled...</div><div>Joyful, all ye nations rise,</div><div>join the triumph of the skies</div><div>...Christ is born in Bethlehem..."</div><div><br /></div><div>There's a kind of tension that I feel when I'm reading the OT. Sinful people had to wait a LONG time for the Savior to arrive, to be revealed. But it's not just them. It is still a tension for me--that waiting word. Waiting for Him to show us what our niche is here in this city with the people He's asked us to live among. Waiting for those adoption papers to go through and children to be matched to our family. Waiting for Him to speak to our friends. Because apart from Him being all over everything we do, what we do isn't worth much.....</div><div><br /></div><div>But I think that is the thing I love about celebrating Jesus' birth: the waiting was over. Anna and Simeon were able to see the Savior they'd prayed about for decades. The Father didn't forget them. Us.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>The boys helped me decorate the tree the other day. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pctwRHhilsk/TtoYFoDNXQI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/mdoN0J9xbqQ/s320/IMG_0640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681880364810591490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div>And presents from America arrived the same day. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8eNXD-ldSkc/TtoYIpmU1NI/AAAAAAAAAaI/vjTSplWgraQ/s320/IMG_0641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681880416765924562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div>So they're having to see those presents every day--to wait to open them. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QZTpNLT46BY/TtoYI-YAE1I/AAAAAAAAAaU/aJroIkpIISg/s320/IMG_0645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681880422342988626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div>Waiting has been a theme in our family's life the past several weeks. It's good. It's hard. It's good. It's good to trust in a Father that knows and acts in perfect time to a people that really need Him. And to seek His face in the waiting time--to see again a beautiful God in the face of an innocent babe from 2000 years ago.</div><div><br /></div><div>PS the third picture is just a picture of one of the lower branches of the tree--the ones that Jace can reach. There are a lot of ornaments on that branch :).</div>johnny and shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058094642136865837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758966981492679024.post-46310975722709195792011-11-28T19:33:00.000-08:002011-11-28T19:47:02.348-08:00chip off the block...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sKcI1v6Mapw/TtRVUj_IB2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/t6njtevUS4A/s1600/IMG_0630.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vkBAkfyePDc/TtRVT12rDdI/AAAAAAAAAZA/d6B2Go7NHWs/s1600/IMG_0628.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>a couple weeks ago, my oldest wanted to wear his shirt that looked like Daddy's on the same day that Daddy wore his. So, they wore matching shirts to our Sunday time. <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vkBAkfyePDc/TtRVT12rDdI/AAAAAAAAAZA/d6B2Go7NHWs/s320/IMG_0628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680258829383306706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div>It's so neat to me to see Luke want to be like Johnny--I can't imagine anyone I'd want the boys to emulate more! </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hZj4s1InOT8/TtRVUKMwm-I/AAAAAAAAAZM/vHzsSBPyynI/s320/IMG_0629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680258834844654562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div>And they are a lot alike. Johnny can do funny imitations. So can Luke. Johnny is an artist and a writer. So is Luke. Johnny is a good friend to the people he meets, and he is able to make deep friends quickly. So can Luke.</div><div><br /></div><div>Our Jace is a lot like Johnny, too, but in different ways. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sKcI1v6Mapw/TtRVUj_IB2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/t6njtevUS4A/s320/IMG_0630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680258841766791010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div>I love to watch them and know they'll be shaped by a man who loves them, who loves the Lord, and is so so so fun to be around!</div>johnny and shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058094642136865837noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758966981492679024.post-84908034093181341002011-11-09T17:23:00.001-08:002011-11-09T18:07:56.093-08:00a day at the park<div style="text-align: center;">I was looking through pictures yesterday and playing in Picnik, and I found these pictures from about a month ago. And they reminded me of a fun day we had with a teacher friend and her daughter's school class.</div><div><br /></div><div>We went to the park. But the park didn't have playgrounds, so they pulled out...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZnVte5FZp4/Trsod8lvd1I/AAAAAAAAAYY/Xa61CWxyIEI/s320/IMG_0492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673172650549016402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div>an air mattress for the kids to play on. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LaBnBFR5Meo/TrsoeOgwrkI/AAAAAAAAAYk/xDX9EsHs_Ao/s320/IMG_0493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673172655359962690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div>It was a first for us. And it was so fun!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZHhUnz4rpA/TrsuJyhg8YI/AAAAAAAAAYw/LLirs7INGKA/s320/IMG_0499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673178901319315842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div>johnny and shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058094642136865837noreply@blogger.com0