That's Merry Christmas...in Hawaiian! This year we celebrated Christmas in Hawaii with the Strack side of the family - the 'half way' point to meet between the East Coast and Shanghai! Eight days in Kona on the Big Island - simply beautiful! Our days were spent sleeping in (jet lag really seemed to hit all of us!), going to the beach in the morning and then the pool in the afternoon while Joseph took his nap. Really roughing it! Here are some highlights:
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Mele Kalikimaka!
That's Merry Christmas...in Hawaiian! This year we celebrated Christmas in Hawaii with the Strack side of the family - the 'half way' point to meet between the East Coast and Shanghai! Eight days in Kona on the Big Island - simply beautiful! Our days were spent sleeping in (jet lag really seemed to hit all of us!), going to the beach in the morning and then the pool in the afternoon while Joseph took his nap. Really roughing it! Here are some highlights:
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Birthdays and Breaking Records
We have yet another reason to celebrate in the month of December now...Joseph's birthday! Our little guy turned 3 this year and we had such fun celebrating with him! To start the day, Mr. Xu showed up early bringing two gifts for Joseph - a Transformer action figure and also a cake! Not sure if Mr. Xu knew we had been looking for a cake the day before (without any luck as usual) - suspecting he did as he is usually one step ahead of our plans! It was amazingly sweet of him and can we just say that in China everyone loves Hello Kitty - so I'm sure a Hello Kitty cake for a 3 year old boy is perfectly normal!! After some fun with his first action figure, it was off to the aquarium....sharks, sting rays, turtles, jellyfish, enjoyed them all except the section where there was a 'fake' thunderstorm (that part wasn't cool!). And for lunch - what other than Josephs's favorite - hamburgers! Unwrapping presents...what great excitement as he opened each one! Fun to buy boy's toys too...swords (good for balance!), cars and cash register! What a precious gift he is to us!
Friday, December 2, 2011
Changed Hearts
And last and late but not least...Megan's interim reflection blog post from her trip to the orphanage in Shaanxi province...
Getting off of the bus, you are greeted by bunches of smiling, yet uncertain faces. The children at the Duanmin Children’s Welfare Centre range in ages from a few years to seventeen years old. They are sometimes deprived of fun and interaction as the caretakers struggle to meet their daily needs, and they look forward to the hugs, smiles, and words from visitors. For four and a half days, we were immerged in the culture and family mindset surrounding the orphanage. It isn’t looked upon as a temporary place for children with special needs; rather, it is a home where the sisters who work there strive to make it a place of love, enjoyment, connection, and protection as the kids grow older. To spend even a short time there was a blessing, an insight, and a reminder.
The children stole my heart from the moment I arrived (leaving presented me with some of the most painful goodbye’s I’ve ever had to make). As I left, my mind filled with memories of the strong bonds we had formed over the short time we’d spent there...particularly to my time with Dang Tian Qiao, who is six years old. During an interim meeting at Concordia, I was matched up with her to be her special caretaker for the week we were there. I figured she would be a challenge because she is autistic and tends not to interact with others. However, God took my expectations and let them fall away slowly but surely when she took my hand, walked around with me, and sat with me. I spoke to her in my broken Chinese, knowing that she could not speak back, and my heart softened. She played with my hair, giggled, wanted me to hold her, and gestured where she wanted to be carried. For many other children, this would be no extraordinary event. But for Qiao Qiao, it was a step forward towards interaction with others, recognizing familiar faces, and building relationships.
The sound of her laugh as she played with me, as well as the sight of a smile on her sweet face, are memories that I will not soon be forgetting. They constantly come to mind, as they did when I kissed her on the head, told her goodbye, and cried over our departure from the orphanage for the last time. I have so many stories from interim, and I will treasure them in my heart and readily share them to make known the impact that can take place and the lives that can be changed—even if I was changed more than the children—with little more than a willing heart and God’s love.