The Ultimate Game of Chicken

Haha. Ok, so have you ever played chicken.. I mean the real thing, in cars, where you drive as fast as you can toward one another and turn at the last possible second? Well, I played that at least 3 times yesterday. Only, I wasn't driving. I was in a taxi.

I love the traffic in China. It's terrifying and nerve-wrecking and amazing. There are traffic laws, but they do not really get enforced. Red lights only mean stop when there are people on the other street, and then only sometimes still. Yellow lights most definitely mean speed up. And the lines for lanes.. those don't really exist. You swerve and slam on brakes and almost get run over by buses everywhere you go. I love it. It isn't uncommon for taxi drivers to go up on the bicycle part of the sidewalk when there is a red light to get ahead of everyone. However, one day, even my public bus went up on the sidewalk.. that was a bit interesting. It is also not uncommon for the taxi drivers to see a small break in traffic on the other side of the road, in oncoming traffic and take off. You get up to 65 mi/hr (which doesn't seem all that fast, but we're in the city) and try to make it around as many people as possible, all while looking for a place to jump back in and dodge oncoming vehicles. If you get motion-sick, you probably shouldn't come to China. There is one rule: if it's bigger than you, you let it go where it wants.

Icicle anyone?

I have a very fun, very simple story for you guys. This morning at around 7:30 AM, I left the apartment, not knowing that it was raining to go along with the freezing temperatures. Of course, I cannot judge temperature at all.. I have been freezing for the past week and it has only been in the 50s. So I walked outside, fighting the wind and rain. With my hood on, my longjohns on under my skirt, and my boots, I'm scared to even think about what I looked like. I was walking to the bus stop to go to school and had the random thought that maybe I should send a text to one of my friends and tell them "I'm an icicle." Well, almost as soon as I thought it, the rain changed to sleet just long enough to cover my jacket in droplets of ice, and then it promptly changed back into rain. :) I laughed the whole way to school (forgetting to ever even send the text). If anyone doubts that our Father has a sense of humor, think again. Haha.. it still makes me smile...

New Faces, New Heart

I started back to class today. I dropped down to the class below the one I was taking, and it's taken so much stress off of me. :) Buh-bye headaches. It's pretty much the same things.. even the same books.. just a lot slower-paced. So I'm hoping I'll catch more as well. I was invited to sit beside a girl named Ann (short for Anna). I find that interesting on two accounts: first, the fact that Ann is my middle name and second, that she is the second girl I've become friends with recently here that is named Anna. Hmm.. maybe I'm supposed to name a future child Anna. :)

So on a more serious and a little less day-dreamy note, part of my team just left for a trip to Cambodia and a rather large clinic there. It's a really exciting experience for them. They were all so excited to go. It's fun to see the Father putting that same desire to "Go." into their hearts that led me to this country. Also, this weekend, I'm sharing with a group of teenage foreign girls. I have an idea of what I want to say, but allowing Him to lead my tongue will be more beneficial than preparing a lifetime.

Temperatures are dropping and coats and layers are being put into use. I can't wait for the first snow!!

A speedbump in the midst of a blur..

So today has been amazing, but doesn't even compare to yesterday. :) Yesterday was more than an adventure. It was a day where friendships are bonded together with memories that last more than a lifetime. But alas, I have decided not to blog about that tonight. I'll give an overview and then on to a more thought-evoking idea.

Yesterday was filled with laughter and fun. A couple of new friends and I set out with one and only one idea in mind: to purposefully get lost. :) I've gotten lost more than my share of times here, but I've discovered there's no better way to learn your way around and have fun while doing so. So... we left on a random bus, singing Disney songs, hoping it would take us out of the city, watched some of a mahjong game where a Chinese guy decided to set me up with his friend (they didn't know I understood them. haha), hopped another bus, ending almost where we started unfortunately (and dropped one of my friends off), explored a park, found a Starbucks to have a snack in, got haircuts telling the guys to "do whatever," and had supper asking our waiter to bring us whatever he liked. It ended in some much-needed discussions on both sides, and lots of listening. :) Very blessed day, very incredible.

Today, I want to leave this as the main thought though. It gripped me when I first heard it, and I love to share it now with anyone who is willing to read it. It's entitled A Different Kind of Pr.

Father, Help us remember that the jerk who cut us off in traffic last night is a single mother who worked nine hours that day and was rushing home to cook dinner, help with homework, do the laundry and spend a few few precious moments with her children.

Help us remember that the pierced, tattooed, disinterested young man who can't make change correctly is a worried 19-yr-old college student, balancing an apprehension over final exams with his fear of not getting his student loans for next semester.

Remind us that the scary-looking bum, begging for money in the same spot every day (who really ought to get a job!) is a slave to addictions that we can only imagine in our worst nightmares.

Help us remember that the old couple walking annoyingly slow through the store aisles and blocking our shopping progress is savoring this moment, knowing that, based on the biopsy report she got back last week, this will be the last year that they get to go shopping together.

Father, remind us each day that, of all the gifts you give us, the greatest gift is love and tolerance. It is not enough to share the love with those we hold dear. Open our hearts not just to those who are close to us, but to all humanity.

Let us be slow to judge and quick to forgive.

Bless us with patience, empathy, love... and tolerance.
A**n.

If only we could all take time out of our day (myself included), out of the time we spend rehashing the list of things to do today, or what our amazing plans are for this weekend (that we absolutely can't wait to get started!), and instead of seeing a frustrating blur of people and busyness, see faces, see people, and see what might be behind the actions of those we so easily frown upon, see the Father (or lack of) in their hearts, and come to the rescue. That could mean something as simple as a smile and quick "hello" versus a scowl or words under our breath.

We went to the park this week and my niece found a guy in a wheelchair to quickly become friends with. She didn't know his name, didn't see someone who "might be better left alone", but discovered a heart in need of just what she could give, priceless and unreserved love. In the midst of shaking hands and holding up precious little arms to be picked up, she wrung a smile straight from his heart. Would that we could all do that in the week to come.

Memories Galore...

So today is a memory day. I've been listening to some older, random songs on my ipod for the past couple of hours. I think I have a memory for every song. Haha. It's amazing. I have thought of everything from Graduation Day in high school (I'm Not Gonna Cry-Corrie Smith) to beta convention my junior? year (With You-Avril Lavigne) to band bus rides (strangely enough.. This I Promise You-NSync) to dances after football games (I'll Be-Edwin McCain). Soo many things wrapped up in so few lines. If someone had asked me about my high school graduation earlier today, I might've remembered a little, but nothing like when I heard our class's song. I find myself wondering where everyone is and how their day is going. It's odd to think that 3 years ago, we were all in the same classes with each other everyday.

On a fun note, I woke up yesterday to make chocolate chip muffins before some of our friends came over. My sister had all ready measured everything out for me, thankfully, because I was a little later getting up than I had planned. Well, unfortunately, I promptly poured the water in without even looking at how much it was. :) I noticed that something was wrong when it looked like soup.. didn't the recipe say to stir until SLIGHTLY moistened?? Um. Yeah. So I put in 1 1/2 cups instead of 1/2 cup of water that it called for. Finding a recipe to add to it was not too big of a deal, and it was a new experience for me.. I don't bake many breakfast things. Now I know how to make muffins!! Yay!! Haha.

I had my first test today in my Chinese classes. It was pretty rough. If I actually took time to study a lot, I would do fine, but I really enjoy what I do with my afternoons much more. Therefore, I may be dropping down a class soon. My team and I went to a nursing home last Thurs. instead of the countryside. It was an awesome experience, and some awesome time spent with friends and with my Father. A couple of other ladies and I went and did our own thing while we were there, visiting a couple of rooms and singing songs (in English). I'm working on learning a few in Chinese though! :) These are a couple of ladies that sang with us.

Amazing Night

I had the absolute best time Thursday that I have had in an extremely long time. In terms of what I did, it wasn't so very different from other Thursdays. But in terms of what the Father revealed to me and the joy I felt, it was so awesome.

As much joy as the people have at seeing us at the nursing homes, orphanage, and countryside clinics, the weight of their oppression and how dismal the places are was really starting to get to me last week. I felt weighted for them. I was staying tired all of the time, and I was beginning to wonder why He would bring me here to go to these places when it seemed I could do little. I can't communicate, and I can't share the hope I have in Him to brighten up their days, simply because I don't know the language. So on the way to the countryside Thursday, I spent a lot of time in pr. I also spent some time resting. We arrived and the people were so thrilled to see us. One of the ladies even remembered my name! That alone made me feel as though I had a larger impact than I originally thought. While we were there, one of my co-workers also shared that my eyes were always so bright. I know that could not possibly be coming from me, because I had been feeling so down and tired, and I was sure that that was showing. So I knew at that moment that all of my pr's had been answered for His light to shine through me.

Then, on the way home, as I rested even more in Him, He showed me the stars. That may sound odd, but I really like staring at the stars. Part of that may come from growing up in the country and being able to look up and see a sky chock full of them. I can point out a few constellations, and when I looked up from my window in the van that night, I saw one of those. It gave me peace. :) Also, when we stopped to eat, we played a game of Killer. That sounds really bad, but it was fun, and it's a game that I've played with my band family before a long time ago. It was just that everything was working together so perfectly to show me just how much He loves me, and that I really am supposed to be here. Dad's so amazing!!

FrO?

My friends, Jaime and Isaac, from Beijing came in for the weekend last weekend. They arrived on Friday night and stayed until Sunday afternoon. It was so much fun. We toured campus, played speed scrabble and dutch blitz, and ate Chinese food. You would think, living in China, that the last part of that would not be that exciting. However, I live with another American and a Canadian, both of whom's favorite website is allrecipes.com. So in all actuality, we don't have much Chinese food. So anyway, Jaime braided my hair on Saturday night really tightly, so I could leave it up for a couple of days. :D (That meant I got to sleep later.) So when I finally took it down on Monday night, it was a bit poofier than normal to say the least.. AND I could style it into a heart. :) Isn't that fun??