These are the six amazing people Dad has given me the great privilege of living with for the first four weeks of my trip. I’ll slowly attempt to describe the awesomeness of their characters and the facets of Dad that I’ve seen in each of them, and hopefully, you will forgive me for spending my time with them instead of Tumblr (which has been giving me trouble with my pictures, by the way, but that’s probably more the fault of my slow internet tunnel).
I have never been one to dread goodbyes. There’s an inevitable sense of instability that each of His children need to prepare for when Dad calls us to love and follow Him over any other human ties. I believe that in His infinite sovereignty, Dad has orchestrated my childhood to teach me how to enjoy the different people that He brings into each stage of my life, no matter how brief an encounter. Yet, as He allows me to move through the spheres of this far-spread community that He’s built here in Yunnan, I find my heart longing to stay at each flame and simply bask in and add to their warmth. But, an hour here and there, a grasp of a hand, a squeeze of a shoulder, a brisk six weeks, and His hand will whisk me elsewhere. I have only a week left here in China. Wind, teach me to kiss and drink deeply of each flower that you carry me to, to love, affirm, and encourage even if the moment lasts only a single breath, and I never see that flower again in this life. Dad can surely work powerfully in those moments, and I need to let Him pick my earthly contexts. Oh, for the day when we all meet again and rejoice in His fields of grace!
B’s Kunming residence, day that Steph flew in
left to right: Michael B (19), me (23 now!), Marie B (14), Geerke vdB (14), Nicole B (20), Michaele B; in back: Dr. Doug B
taken by: Steph Chiao