tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130508345234452522024-03-28T01:44:39.756+08:00one step closershiothewayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904068503458473302noreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413050834523445252.post-30875863033399388492014-09-20T15:40:00.001+08:002014-09-20T15:40:38.903+08:00Dear new parents,<br />
Today is a day your life will change drastically. I can only imagine the
long process of waiting, preparing, and anticipating this day to
arrive. And now you have a beautiful little girl to call your own and be
a fixture of joy and adoration in your home.<br />
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This has been a big step for you. It's not easy to counter a culture
that doesn't easily accept or understand adoption, and for you to decide
you want to take another's little girl as your own is commendable. You know there will be difficulties. The
adjustment period will not only be hard on you but on her as well.
Unlike other parents who grow their babies inside them for nine months
before they come into the world, your little princess has not known of you
until today. It is my hope that she who has known love and security in
our care for the past year and few months will recognize the love and
security you wish to give to her, and transfer her trust and affection
accordingly. She has been much loved, and much doted upon, as I trust she will continue to be.<br />
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You, too, have not had the chance to grow
accustomed to her from the very beginning. Neither of you yet know each other's habits, quirks, temperaments. She will learn quickly--maybe even faster than you learn about her--and I guarantee you, there will be new things for you to discover every day. The way she screams when she is excited, perhaps. Or the way she waves to herself and dances in the mirror. The way she pretends to refuse to eat another bite because she's testing your will. But you, too, will learn, gradually, and it will be up to you to not be afraid of all those new things which you may not yet know.<br />
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Dear parents, let her be your joy, just as she has been ours for these many months. Be gentle with her, for she is a gentle, sweet spirit. She will in turn, reward you with her confidence and love as she has given us, perhaps reaching out to hold your hand from the backseat of the car, or crawling up from her nap to give you kisses. Cherish each moment dearly, in light of the early milestones that you have missed--the ones we had the privilege to witness: first tooth, first steps, first babblings. You are now yet experiencing with her the biggest milestone of her young life--being together with a forever family. And oh, let it be for forever. <br />
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And so, our prayers and thoughts of blessing go with you as you make your new life together. I will think of her when I wipe the little knee-high hand prints off the mirror, imprints like those made indelibly in our hearts--unmistakably hers. We have treasured the memories, held her dear.<br />
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Thank you, thank your little princess, thank God for this unspeakable gift.<br />
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With love,<br />
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Sshiothewayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904068503458473302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413050834523445252.post-71769322897339869072014-07-27T22:04:00.001+08:002014-07-28T16:54:57.784+08:00new home, new blessings<br />
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It's been over a month now that we've moved into our new home. It's taken me this long to write about it because 1) it took forever to unpack and 2) I am very lazy about getting pictures to illustrate. But I do want to share with you the blessing that God has given us at this new place.<br />
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We didn't have much time (or energy) for apartment searching, but we had hoped we would have a place set by April. April came and went, however, and still no apartment. Some places we inquired into fell through, but B kept looking for online listings. He came across <a href="http://rent.591.com.tw/rent-detail-2592733.html" target="_blank">this one</a> (I don't know why it's still up), among others, and we went to look at it after church one day. After comparing with different ones we'd seen, we decided to make an offer to rent. The lady was very accommodating (actually, she agreed to give us the month of May without cost) and soon, before the first week of May was over, we had the keys in our hands. <br />
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Later we found out that a brother from our church also lives in the same building. After mentioning it to him, he offered us his parking space to use (since he doesn't have a car). This is a HUGE blessing since it saves us a good fraction of expenses to not have to pay a monthly parking space rental fee! <br />
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B and I were stressed about our upcoming move. We didn't know how it would work to haul all our stuff down 5 flights of stairs, or if we had enough friends with vehicle space to help, or how many friends could actually come and help. But the day of our move, God continued to bless us by sending reinforcements when others suddenly couldn't make it, and one of them even brought a small SUV that carried a good portion of our boxes over! And while it rained pretty steadily in the morning, we prayed for it to stop for our move, and it did--just at the right times for the guys to load up our stuff in the vehicles and to unload at the new building. <br />
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Living here has been, as my friend C likes to say, "nice times ten." Although we still dealt with broken or unusable appliances (we were in laundry limbo for a few weeks and had to borrow friends' washing machines), there are a lot of things I don't miss about our old apartment (and hence am grateful for their absence in our new one). No more springtails eating away the grout between the vintage counter tiles in the kitchen. (If you don't know what a springtail is, be warned before you look them up: although they are tiny, they look kind of scary in close-up pics). Better yet, no tiles on the kitchen counter at all. No more walking past decades-old peeling paint in the stairwell or ignoring the cracks and chips perpetuating the apartment. No more feeling beaten by the unconquerable dust and grime that came with living next to the oil refinery. No more being confined to one bedroom for the whole evening where the only working AC unit is.<br />
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I know, I make it sound like it was an awful place, don't I? But actually it was a blessing in itself. I'd been asked several times what I'd miss about the old apartment, and at first it was hard to say. But I know I DO miss a few things:<br />
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1) Being on the top floor, having complete access to the roof to sun-dry freshly laundered bedding (it would only take a couple hours of good sunlight!)<br />
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2) The space. We had tons of it. We started our Friendsgiving tradition there with a big group of classmates who were comfortably accommodated in our large living room. I could stuff random junk into a far-away drawer and forget about it until I needed it again. Now our stuff battles each other for prime real-estate in our much smaller apartment. I also had my own work-out space, which doubled as our guestroom.<br />
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3) Being in a quiet, old-timey neighborhood. Many of the residents in our former place had lived there for at least two generations. One grandma especially befriended us and brought us traditional food for the winter solstice. It's a different feel now that we live in the city.<br />
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4) The morning market down the street. Even though I never learned enough Taiwanese to bargain, I learned to look for my preferred vendors and expect how much to pay for what I wanted. Now that we're in the city, it's been hard to find a suitable equivalent that's both inexpensive and convenient.<br />
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5) When all's said and done, it was our first home we made together.<br />
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B and I are excited to be starting this new chapter of our lives in another new environment. It's going to be a challenge to make this apartment the most space-efficient (especially after baby comes!), but we are definitely grateful for the clean, cozy feel we get to have here, even if we are truly living the "city life" now.<br />
<br />shiothewayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904068503458473302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413050834523445252.post-76872599161134354232014-06-18T00:28:00.003+08:002014-06-18T00:28:35.877+08:00it happens<br />
In the event you find yourself in a foreign country, accosted in your car by a belligerent man spouting off dangerous but unintelligible language and threatening to beat you (with your unborn child) with his scooter helmet because you accidentally cut him off in a hasty turn into a parking lot, do you:<br />
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A. Stay in your car with doors locked until the situation somehow clears<br />
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B. Speak with him in English<br />
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C. Leave car running and crack the windows slightly, then walk to the front of the car so that front-view driving recording device can record the whole exchange<br />
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D. Call the Foreign Affairs Police<br />
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E. Calmly apologize, then act as if going about your regular business until the workers at the social services building (where you parked) come out and apologize twenty billion times for you until he goes away. Go home and investigate on taser buying options in your country of residence.<br />
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Yup, this happened today while I was driving a social worker to take a TXE baby to visit her birth mom. Guess how it played out? I think the worst thing about it was that the poor baby was terribly unsettled afterwards and had an unhappy visit with her family.shiothewayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904068503458473302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413050834523445252.post-7406659006960059892014-04-17T14:53:00.000+08:002014-04-17T14:53:01.848+08:00The beginning of an end, and new beginningsIt's about time I wrote about our news.<br />
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Most of you have already heard -- from us or via social media, likely. But there's more to tell! I have not one, not two, but THREE pieces of news to share with you!<br />
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There's a bun in the oven--or rather, a <i>bao zi</i> in the steamer ... B and I are having a baby! <br />
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Baby Chen is due in early/mid October. So far I haven't had any morning sickness but have battled about 2.75 immobilizing colds/infections along with being extremely tired. Also some back pain has flared up from a previous injury. But things are on the upswing now (thanks to rest, B's care, and the chiropractor), and they say (as I hope) second trimester will be better! <br />
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First, some back story:<br />
This school year has been one of the roughest teaching years so far. Nearly every day I went home with feelings of discouragement and defeat for the first half of the year. I wrestled with different things: building something logical and sequential out of non-existent unit plans, making lessons meaningful for students who didn't care, differing viewpoints from those outside the music department with those within, and rowdy, disrespectful middle schoolers. By second semester things started looking up--God graciously gave me the inspiration, strength, and resources I needed to make great gains and start owning my classes in a way I'd never experienced before. Teaching became rewarding.<br />
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A few months ago my colleague (the other music teacher) confided in me that she had decided to leave at the end of the year. At the time we had not made news of <i>"bao zi</i>" public, and I was still debating whether or not to continue teaching with baby on the way. Knowing this changed things a little--I found that if I wanted, I could choose the classes I taught in the next year, and fulfill my hopes of teaching the lower elementary grades.<br />
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It was a tough decision. But in the end, although I felt it was hard to give up something that had become dear, B and I knew that I will need to be more fully available when
the time comes and that there will be something greater to receive in
turn, and love. God may lead me to go back to the classroom someday, but right now I'm just taking it one step at a time. <br />
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Just the other day as my fifth graders were playing an Orff arrangement I learned at a workshop, I heard two comments coming out of my students' mouths that went straight to my heart and warmed it over:<br />
<i>"We sound good!"</i> (they were actually listening!)<br />
And when it was over, <i>"Let's do it again!"</i><br />
It was a gift to hear them say that--a gift of gratification that I can close this chapter in my life knowing that I did at least something right. <br />
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In the past I've written <a href="http://suddenburstofcolor.blogspot.tw/2012/01/our-time.html" target="_blank">bits </a><a href="http://suddenburstofcolor.blogspot.tw/2012/03/last-wednesday-i-said-another-goodbye.html" target="_blank">about </a>my <a href="http://suddenburstofcolor.blogspot.tw/2011/10/precious-ones.html" target="_blank">experiences </a>at <a href="http://taiwanxien.org/" target="_blank">Taiwan Xi En</a>, formerly known as His Hands. I've had high regard for this ministry ever since I heard about it, not just because of the adorable babies but because their mission is to reach out to some of the most stigmatized and shunned individuals and magnify God's glory. So, when the director of the ministry asked me casually one night at Bible study, "What are you doing next year? We have an opening for an assistant." My eyes lit up and my heart jumped inside. What? Work for Taiwan Xi En? Pick me!<br />
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As admin at TXE worked to put job details together, several weeks passed before I heard anything more about the position, and I had no idea how possible it would be with the job requirements and our upcoming lifestyle change, so I put it aside in a corner of my heart. A few weeks ago they asked me to go for an interview, and that very day they offered me the position. I was so excited to say yes but I made myself wait a few days to make sure it wasn't on an emotional impulse.<br />
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Even so, it's still taken a little while for it all to sink in--leaving my work at MAK and some self-doubt for the new job has filled most of my thoughts, but the truth is, God brought everything together just in our time of need. I've been hesitant about completely stopping work because honestly I'm afraid of going a little crazy with a newborn by myself in a new neighborhood (we're planning to move apartments in June) with B guaranteed to be gone for the better part of every day. But I also knew I couldn't commit to teaching with all the time and energy that it demands of me (even part-time). I know so many women out there do it all the time and I deeply admire them, but even so, I am doubtful about my own abilities/what I can handle. The way He times everything is perfect. I made the decision not to re-sign with MAK, and then God gently opened another door for me to walk through. The position at TXE will be just the right kind of flexible and the icing on the cake is that this is a ministry that our family loves and supports with all our hearts. I always catch a glimpse of God when I go there, and now I have this privilege to play a small part in the work He is doing! <br />
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So this is the beginning of an end, but also the start of new and exciting adventures. Of course it's not always going to be smooth sailing but we are looking forward to the lessons God is wanting to teach us.<br />
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Sometimes it can be quite thrilling.shiothewayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904068503458473302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413050834523445252.post-60892678385719254902014-03-27T21:57:00.000+08:002014-03-27T21:58:03.891+08:00noteworthiesNotable links from around the web:<br />
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<a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/blog/posts/ten-thousand-things-we-can-t-see" target="_blank">Ten Thousand Things We Can't See</a>: this was a prescient reminder to hie me back to the Psalms as quickly as possible, every day. No matter what I'm facing, there is always something there to speak to my heart and remind me who my God is.<br />
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<a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/features/archive/2014/03/hey-parents-leave-those-kids-alone/358631/" target="_blank">Why our kids need time alone</a>: So many truths resonated with me in this excellent article. While I don't have memories traipsing in the woods by myself (I was too afraid of ticks and Lyme's disease), there are times in my childhood that I look back fondly upon where I was allowed unsupervised play with my friends. Little do we know how needed (and vital) this is and how much we've lost in our mad scramble for security and safety. Some quotes:<br />
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"It is perhaps natural that trust in general has eroded, and that parents
have sought to control more closely what they can—most of all, their
children."<br />
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"Practicing psychologists have written (in this magazine and others)
about the unique identity crisis this generation faces—a fear of growing
up and, in the words of Brooke Donatone, a New York–based therapist, an
inability “to think for themselves.”<br />
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"We can no more create the perfect environment for our children than we
can create perfect children. To believe otherwise is a delusion, and a
harmful one; remind yourself of that every time the panic rises."</blockquote>
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On the current political situation in Taiwan:<br />
Things are a bit dicey, and it's not easily explained for those who don't read Chinese (like me). But here is a good (relatively short) <a href="http://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-26743794" target="_blank">BBC article</a> on what is happening, and here is a <a href="http://savageminds.org/2014/03/22/sunflower-student-movement/" target="_blank">longer, slightly more detailed</a> blog about the protesting student movement. The political air is charged and many thoughts and opinions are held--the most important thing for us to do is pray that Taiwan will be unified and that God will raise up leaders who are honest and unafraid to walk in justice!shiothewayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904068503458473302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413050834523445252.post-21378075777619479012014-03-20T17:55:00.001+08:002014-03-20T17:55:20.928+08:00International Orchid ShowA couple weeks ago I heard about the <a href="http://www.tios.com.tw/" target="_blank">Taiwan International Orchid Show</a> happening in a city nearby and I *begged* B to take me. After months of stumbling around in a haze of <a href="http://aqicn.org/map/taiwan/" target="_blank">bad air pollution</a>, I was dying to lay my eyes on nature-wrought beauty. We ended up going the last weekend it was open, along with thousands of others, walking our legs off the entire day. But it was so worth it.<br />
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Unfortunately we forgot our camera at home in a confused rush to get to the train station on time. But when we got there we looked around at all the ASIANS taking photos EVERYWHERE that we decided it was probably for the better. We witnessed visitors trying so hard to get a good shot that they weren't even looking at the flowers themselves.<br />
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Taking the train was probably the best decision ever. I was enthralled by the picturesque scenes rolling by my window; each montage bringing fresh new surprises. When we took our lunch on the train I felt like we were having a picnic. Groves and thickets, vegetables cropland--corn, leafy greens, rice paddies. Mango trees and fish ponds, a blue and green river--green from some kind of plant--maybe watercress.<br />
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The romance was enhanced rather than detracted by the old, dilapidated buildings left abandoned since bygone eras of railway history. The oldest and most decrepit of which inspired a sense of mystery and magical melancholy--all but dead and brown with rotting, fallen beams and hidden stories of lives long buried. <br />
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A pristine white egret in a vibrant green field, docile brown cows standing in a patch of yellow grass, an old banyan tree standing tall and strong over a crumbling brick wall as if loftily saying, "Let's see who stands the longest." A burst of fiery fuchsia blossoms amid a garden of green, a small canal of water shaded on both sides by rounded trees, thick with green.<br />
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The poetry followed us to the festival itself, and although less pastoral and organic, the show was nonetheless dazzling. It was truly amazing to see such a grand event dedicated to just one kind of flower--and how many different species of that one flower there were! Orchids flat, frilled, tendriled, cupped; orchids spotted, striped, blushed, solid; orchids orange, green, gold, magenta, and every shade of purple -- as well as ruby red ones, before unseen, in the "New Breeds" section. My favorite was the orchid clouds and golden jungle, where orchids, massed together, hung upside down to greet and delight admiring eyes. <br />
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B and I came home physically tired but aesthetically satisfied. I never really realized how my soul craves beauty until I moved to an urban jungle. I know it still exists in different forms around me, but I have to be more vigilant in looking for it. From now on I want to go about with my eyes wide open in order to see it right in front of me. <br />
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I looked for some pictures around the web for you from the show. Enjoy!<br />
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<br />shiothewayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904068503458473302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413050834523445252.post-1423454491766717422014-02-01T14:23:00.000+08:002014-02-01T23:19:21.095+08:00noteworthies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Happy Chinese New Year! Just came back from a lovely trip to the east coast to visit Taroko Gorge with some friends! We rented scooters and rode the path up the river into the mountains. The crystal clear blue water and the rich green, jade-like cliffs were breathtaking.<br />
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Maybe I will do another post later about the trip and our CNY dinner. In the meanwhile, here are a few links I've come across lately that are worth one's time:<br />
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<li><a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/glennon-melton/the-questions-that-will-save-your-relationships_b_4618254.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">The questions we should be asking instead</a></li>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">#1) Most of the world's people are friendly and decent.</span><br />
Taiwan is one of the top countries that welcomes foreigners with open arms.<br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">#2) Most places are as safe (or safer) than home.</span><br />
Every time I hear news from the U.S, it seems like it's getting more and more crazy out there.<br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">#3) Most people don't know (or care) what America is doing.</span><br />
Yeup. Most people, except Taiwan, which cares about (and wants to adopt) all the wrong things...(like bad theology)<br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">#4) You can travel long-term for the price of rent and a round of drinks back home.</span><br />
Not that I know much about rent and rounds of drinks in the U.S, but our years in Taiwan will cost only a fraction of what it would back home and keep us debt-free when B finishes med school (a direct answer to prayer).<br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">#9) 'Travelers' and 'Tourists' are different.</span><br />
I want to be a traveler and engage the culture. <br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">#12) Don't bank on paradise.</span><br />
Too true.<br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">#15) Long-term happiness is a pretty complicated emergent property that has little to do with money.</span><br />
Little to do with money and a LOT to do with God. <br />
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I think I'm beginning to experience #16, too... ("<span style="color: #741b47;">When you challenge a person's assumptions it can really piss them off.</span>") </blockquote>
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<br />shiothewayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904068503458473302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413050834523445252.post-15759206971844144722014-01-16T00:24:00.001+08:002014-01-16T23:06:56.266+08:00number 4s family dinnerWe are blessed to be able to say it feels like we have multiple families here. Church family, friends family, relatives family, and B's "big-little" family from the current med school classes.<span style="font-family: inherit;"> In Taiwan, there is an
academic tradition of assigning roster numbers to students each class.
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sibling in each class above and below you. </span>The established "<span class="il">big</span>-<span class="il">little</span>"
sibling system is something we appreciate very much about being in school
in Taiwan--it provides a place to learn the ins and outs of the process all have in common, and gives opportunities for mentoring and being mentored. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="color: black;">We are so grateful for this group of people (I call it the "number family," roughly translated from Chinese and brought to you by the number 4). God provided us with a number family made up of mostly American-born or raised Taiwanese students AND students who married early (or are close to being married). This year after our family dinners I've always come away marveling at how perfectly God provides for us -- people who understand cross-cultural challenges and the benefits of getting married early. We can look to our "siblings" for advice; not just about academic or clinical questions but also about family things like when is the best time to have kids during med school. I have learned a lot from them, even though I'm not 內行 (of their field). Two couples are having or had a baby this year so I'm taking notes for the future and also admiring them from a distance (med school + baby = crazy). They are a warm, welcoming, fun group of people and I couldn't have imagined a better cohort than what God designed. God has truly been faithful to us! </span></span></span><br />
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<br />We all need the aesthetic in our life. We are betrayed in our unending desire for pretty things: the beautiful, the pleasant, the elegant. But God is the Creator, the Inspiration--He is the Beauty. I can see Him in the little sparrows that visit the back neighbor's vacant porch. In the sunlight hitting the pastel hues of our apartment blocks when I sit in our parking space in the mornings.<br />
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Then there is a certain terror--it lies in the undiscovered, unfamiliar realms. It is in the old man who shuffles along, lifting his cap to bow in acknowledgment to the gods of the temple he passes by. He wouldn't care to step in their territory, but fearful of incurring their wrath, he watches his step and minds them. So he nods to every deity he passes, and whether or not they acknowledge his existence, he will theirs--just in case.<br />
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The heartbreaking nature of it is that all of us, we are blind in our fear of what we don't know. Jesus said to only fear Him who has power to condemn us to hell. Do we not know Him? The beauty is that we can know Him, and in our knowledge, be fearless of all lesser unknowns. Do we know His awe-inspiring, holy Beauty? And will we proclaim Him that others too may know? <br />
<br />shiothewayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904068503458473302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413050834523445252.post-22177134413676846932014-01-01T11:25:00.000+08:002014-01-01T11:25:36.714+08:002013 lookback<br />
Somewhere in my mind, it sounded like a good idea to try to write a post titled "what 24 taught me." But when it really came down to it, I just had to laugh at myself for thinking that I have fully learned any of these things and that I am now a master at anything. I like what Kelle says in her birthday post: <a href="http://www.kellehampton.com/2013/12/35-and-new-year.html" target="_blank">you're always still learning</a>. <br />
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If I could mark a theme for this year, though, in spite of the lessons left partially learned, I would simply title it "Opening," in reference to the work God is doing in my own heart. There is freedom to be found in the opening up oneself to others that is otherwise unknown in the heart of one that remains closed. It applies to people I barely knew, people I used to know, and people I don't yet know.<br />
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Along those lines, had a lovely year connecting and reconnecting with people we are privileged to cross paths with or walk alongside. <br />
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Although 2014 seems unclear with manifold uncertainties, I am trusting Him who always has and always will provide.<br />
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Praise, my soul, the King of heaven, </div>
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To His feet thy tribute bring; </div>
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Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, </div>
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Evermore His praises sing; </div>
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Alleluia! Alleluia! Praise the everlasting King. </div>
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Frail as summer’s flower we flourish; </div>
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Blows the wind and it is gone; </div>
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Alleluia! Alleluia! Praise the high Eternal One. <br /> </div>
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Angels in the height, adore Him; </div>
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Ye behold Him face to face; </div>
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Saints triumphant, bow before Him, </div>
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Gathered in from every race; </div>
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Alleluia! Alleluia! Praise with us the God of grace. <br /> </div>
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Bless the Lord, O my soul </div>
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And all within me, praise Him!</div>
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Bless the Lord, O my soul! </div>
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Redeemed by His grace, </div>
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In the Savior’s embrace, </div>
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My soul will bless His name! </div>
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shiothewayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904068503458473302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413050834523445252.post-79245143566397832402013-12-02T20:41:00.000+08:002013-12-02T20:48:52.587+08:00(belated) Thanksgiving postSo I know I'm late to the Thanksgiving blog party. This is partly because we started celebrating a week before the holiday and partly because by the time the actual day rolled around we were so busy with guests visiting from out-of-country that I almost forgot all about it.<br />
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Almost, but not quite.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">(not pictured: MAK's School-wide Thanksgiving Feast)</span></div>
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This year I've decided that Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. As much as it is a sentimental holiday, it's not nearly as fraught with emotional nostalgia as Christmas can be. Thanksgiving is all about <span style="color: #990000;"><i>gathering with loved ones over meal and giving thanks</i></span>. That's it. It's not nearly as overwrought of a holiday as Christmas is, with all its trappings and trimmings. (Don't get me wrong. As complicated as my relationship with Christmas is, I do love it taken in its pure form... Perhaps I will appreciate Christmas more one day when I'm not in charge of putting on a Christmas concert every year.) Thanksgiving is an act of worship to the generous Giver of all Good--as we fill our stomachs, we feel our hearts and souls fill with the goodness and grace of God Himself.<br />
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All that to say, there are so many things I am thankful for this past year. First and foremost, I am thankful for the opportunity to be here in Taiwan. <span style="color: #783f04;"><b>I am thankful for being in Taiwan</b></span>. Coming from where I was several months ago, this says a lot. I was struggling with depression and paralyzing discouragement as to my purpose and place in being here. I was fighting wanting to stay in America with my family and friends. Through it all God has been unfolding an awe-inspiring Master plan that I still don't understand quite yet, but I know it's pretty big and it fits me just right. All I know now is that the little pieces He has given me have been like shining tokens indicating another step in the right direction:<br />
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<li><i>Life Transformation Group</i>: My accountability group with two amazing sisters. We read through the Bible together, share our struggles and victories, and pray with each other. What I appreciate most about these sisters is that even though we are all in different stages of our walk with God, we can all encourage and walk <i>with </i>each other in our journey together. It is through our meetings that God taught me the discipline of <span style="color: #0b5394;"><b>listening prayer</b></span>, which became the turning point of my depression.</li>
<li><i>Redemptive Gifts</i>: We went through the characteristics of the different redemptive gifts in a couple staff meetings at school. God made it very clear the gifting He has given me and prompted me to delve deeper...there's still a lot I have to grow in, but I am so thankful for the crack in the door God opened for me to slowly inch through.</li>
<li><i>Mentor couple friends</i>: An American missionary couple has joined us at our church. The husband lectures for KMU's dentistry school and the wife is a teacher, so we find several things in common. They have been wonderful friends and mentors to us as they share their lives and experiences with us, knowing especially how to relate to us in our current life stage. </li>
<li><i>Experiencing community in a new way</i>: Working at MAK gives me a taste of a real sense of supportive, life-giving community. Being able to be part of celebrations, worship circles, and testimony nights have been good for my heart, as well as taking the time to share life together. It gives me a real sense of hope for restoration where once there has been brokenness.</li>
<li><a href="http://taiwanxien.org/" target="_blank"><i>Taiwan Xi En</i></a>: Precious babies. As helpless as they are, they bring such a heart-and-soul restoration and rejuvenation whenever I spend time with them. </li>
<li><i>God at work</i>: Through various opportunities, B and I have had the chance to be a small part of God working in the lives and hearts of people we've been privileged to come to know. While Taiwan is very dark and spiritually bound, the Spirit still moves and breathes in and through us, and I'm beginning to see that even though it takes much time and patience for His labors to come to full fruition, it is such a joy and honor to join Him in part of that labor.</li>
<li><i>Living cross-culturally</i>: Sometimes hearing about happenings back in the States remind me that living abroad has its good points. (Ex: I forgot all about Black Friday until someone's FB status reminded me why I forgot about it. How can we be truly thankful for what we have one day and then recklessly indulge in uninhibited consumerism the next?) Learning about national and global issues (social, spiritual, moral) is different when one lives overseas. There's just a different perspective that comes from being on the outside. I'm beginning to appreciate that now.</li>
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In addition, I am super thankful for the new addition to our family, my beautiful and smart niece! She brings me so much joy and happiness even if I can only look at photos and watch videos of her latest antics. Still, she smiles at me when we video chat, so I am happy!<br />
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These are the top things I am thankful for this year! I hope you all had a lovely Thanksgiving where God has shown you His blessings abundantly overflowing to you all! <3<br />
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shiothewayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904068503458473302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413050834523445252.post-16664092926638748402013-11-17T22:01:00.002+08:002013-11-17T22:02:37.907+08:00E's storiesE is my cello student in third grade. It all started when he went off on a long story about something that happened in his (very full) life (he's lived in three or four very different countries already), like how he broke his shin or something. Now he can't wait to tell me a story every time we finish our lesson for the day, and he asks if I want to hear a "real" or a "fake" one. These are two of the "fake"stories, recorded from my memory to the best of my ability (I've taken the liberty to title them myself)...<br />
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1. Music solves all conflicts<br />
"Once upon a time there was a group of hamsters, and they all played instruments, like cello, and violin, and flute, and saxophone. Two of the hamsters, the one who played violin and the one that played cello, were brother and sister. One day they were all playing music, and suddenly they saw a cat. The hamsters ran away but then they ran into the leader of the cats, and then they were all surrounded by cats. The leader cat had some hamsters in his mouth! The hamster that played the cello used the strings from his cello to attack the cat and let the cat open his mouth and let all the hamsters free. Then the cats decided they wanted to play instruments, too, so they all played music together." <br />
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2. Playing music cooler than any other job<br />
"So there were these cats. They had a band, with instruments like...violin, cello, drums, guitar...anyway, one day they were playing, and they saw another cat in a tree nearby. They asked the cat to come join them and he said "no." But the cat that played the cello said, "you have to come and play this cello, I'm leaving." So the cat in the tree came down and played the cello, and he really liked it, so he stayed. They played music together and lived happily ever after." <br />
"What happened to the one who gave up the cello?" I asked.<br />
'Well, he left because he really didn't like it. He got an office job."<br />
<br />shiothewayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904068503458473302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413050834523445252.post-2818982400121994532013-11-02T22:07:00.000+08:002013-11-02T22:08:15.640+08:00Supreme HeroFrom Richard Foster's "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Celebration-Discipline-Path-Spiritual-Growth/dp/0060628391/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1383399469&sr=8-1&keywords=celebration+of+discipline" target="_blank">Celebration of Discipline</a>" (the chapter on <i>confession</i>):<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Jesus knew that by His vicarious suffering He could actually<span style="font-size: large;"><b> <span style="color: #7f6000;">absorb all the evil</span></b></span> of humanity and so <span style="color: #660000;"><b><i>heal it, forgive it, redeem it</i></b></span>. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">This is why Jesus refused the customary painkiller when it was offered Him. He wanted to be <b>completely alert for this greatest work of redemption</b>. In a deep and mysterious way He was preparing to take on the collective sin of the human race. Since Jesus lives in the <i>eternal now</i>, this work was not just for those around Him, but He took in <b>all the violence</b>, <b>all the fear</b>, <b>all the sin</b> of all the <b>past</b>, all the <b>present</b>, and all the <b>future</b>. This was His <b>highest and most holy</b> work, the work that makes confession and the forgiveness of sins possible. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Some seem to think that when Jesus shouted 'My God, my God, why has Thou forsaken Me?' it was a moment of weakness (Mark 15:34). Not at all. <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000;"><i>This was His moment of greatest triumph. </i></span></span>Jesus, who had walked in constant communion with the Father, now became so <b>totally identified with humankind</b> that He was the actual embodiment of sin. As Paul writes, '<span style="color: #660000;">He made Him to be sin who knew no sin</span>' (2 Cor. 5:21). Jesus succeeded in <b>taking into Himself</b><span style="color: #783f04;"> </span><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">all the dark powers of this present evil age and defeated every one of them by the light of His presenc</span>e</span></span>.</i> He accomplished such a total identification with the sin of the race that He experienced the abandonment of God. Only in that way could He redeem sin. It was indeed His moment of greatest triumph. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Having accomplished this greatest of all His works, Jesus then took refreshment. 'It is finished,' He announced. That is, this great work of <b>redemption was completed</b>. He could feel the last dregs of the misery of humankind flow through Him and into the care of the Father. The last twinges of evil, hostility, anger, and fear drained out of Him, and He was able to turn again into the light of God's presence. 'It is finished.' The task is complete. Soon after, He was free to give up His spirit to the Father. </span></blockquote>
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When I read this this morning, all I could say was <span style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="font-size: large;">wow</span></span>. Wow. Amazing. In light of the <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1981115/?ref_=nv_sr_1" target="_blank">latest superhero movie</a> I watched last night, the imagery is especially penetrating. We all love a good Righteousness vs. Evil story, latent with tension and conflict but with Virtue, a little battle-scarred and war-weary, emerging triumphant in the end. And yet superhero movies always fall short: evil is never fully destroyed, and even heroes have their weaknesses. How wonderful it is to find the final resolution here in the pages of Scripture, pointing right through to the last Amen in Revelations that Jesus is the One and Only who has Overcome, who destroyed evil by actually taking it into Himself and conquering all. What a great mystery hidden in the heart of God! Jesus IS the SUPREME HERO because His work is finished, once and for all. Though evil still crawls to skirmish with Righteousness, and though Satan heaves his final shuddering breaths to overthrow what remains of his dominion, the <span style="font-size: large;">final Victory </span>and the <span style="font-size: large;">everlasting Yes</span> is already set in motion.<br />
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<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Jesus wins. Love conquers all. </b></span></span><i>Stunning.</i><br />
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<i><span class="text Rev-5-12">“Worthy is the Lamb who was slain,</span><br /><span class="text Rev-5-12">to receive power and wealth and wisdom and might</span><br /><span class="text Rev-5-12">and honor and glory and blessing!”</span></i></div>
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<i><span class="text Rev-5-12">Rev. 5:12 </span></i></div>
shiothewayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904068503458473302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413050834523445252.post-35195701376063343962013-09-24T22:33:00.001+08:002013-09-25T09:56:22.102+08:00commuteThe highway lends itself to its name--suspended high above the slow crawl of street traffic, I see the setting sun cast its glow across the cityscape as I make my way home. I check the car's clock, but I already know what time it is -- it's the golden hour: the magical hour when the soft fading light draws out otherwise unperceived shades and hues, making any subject come alive.<br />
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My eyes narrow to focus, trying to take it all in. The sun is setting in a sea of concrete and steel--buildings; buildings upon buildings. Smokestacks puff, neighbor to apartment blocks and high-rises in various states of construction and disrepair. Shacks perched upon warehouses, both manufactured from the same metal of shipping containers. The scene takes me back (or forward) to movies on post-21st century times: overcrowded, overbuilt, overpopulated.<br />
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The bend shifts on the overpass and in front of me I see the waves that lap into this mechanical ocean--vehicles lined up in streaming floods, each a pod encasing an individual, each individual as a drop, drop upon drop to expand the swelling masses. These are the people that fill the buildings I drive by each day.<br />
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My picture from this hour could be from anywhere -- any densely populated city outside of the pristine prestige of the West. But it could even be from a future America, one of these days.<br />
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Each day the stream trickles into rivers, rivers into oceans. People on routine, people with business, people with somewhere to go, something to do, someone to be. <b><i>What is it all for?</i></b> The futility of human existence apart from God pulls at me like a haunted dream. <br />
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Back on the ground, I wait at an intersection with a rusty red Daihatsu, its large and minute parts rattling with every rotation of the engine. Beside me, a shiny white new Benz impatiently creeps forward, willing the light to turn green. The juxtaposition is discordant. Many would say the white car far outweighs the red in worth. But in the end, in golden hour's glow, I see it's all the same.<br />
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Last week I was again on the highway on the eve of super typhoon Usagi. In the near distance I spied some shiny objects floating at the same level as the thoroughfare; about 25-30 stories high. Closer inspection revealed them to be balloons: bright, shiny, festive red. They did not appear to be attached to anything--yet free as they were, they remained suspended in the still, heavy air. Caught in the atmosphere too dense for upwards travel, they smothered. <br />
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Daily pressures, confused plans, and distracting spiritual powers can envelope and paralyze. One day a storm will come of supernatural proportions, and all that is unclear or untrue will be laid bare. Until then I ask for unfettered purpose that will keep my direction continuing upwards... into the life-giving glow of the golden Sun.<br />
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<span style="color: orange;"><i>Wake up, wake up, the sun cannot wait for long<br />
Reach out, reach out before it fades away<br />
You will find the warmth when you surrender<br />
Smile into the fear and let it play</i></span>
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<span style="color: orange;"><i><br />
You wanna run away, run away<br />
And you say that it can't be so<br />
You wanna look away, look away<br />
But you stay 'cause it's all so close<br />
When you stand up and hold out your hand<br />
In the face what I don't understand<br />
My reason to be brave</i></span></div>
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shiothewayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904068503458473302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413050834523445252.post-74276051993510069552013-08-19T20:39:00.000+08:002013-08-19T20:39:46.682+08:00You make it beautiful"We are family here."<br />
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These are words my friend spoke as we gathered in her home--they were there to welcome us back to the island, and we were grateful for the warm hospitality that greeted us. In a circle of friends to find little inhibition and no need for adhering to politeness or manners, there was a glimpse of home-away-from-home: a place to rest and feel safe.<br />
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"It is a sacrifice." <br />
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These were words spoken of our return. It was hard to come back this time. We were tearing ourselves away from familiar comforts, family ties, our new baby niece, close friendships. Nearly overwhelmed with a sense of loss (and perhaps lost-ness), I wondered what was worth it all and clung to the memories we had made with our friends made here. <br />
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He fills the empty places.<br />
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There is no grime that He cannot wash clean; there is no brokenness that He cannot heal; there is no ugliness that He cannot transform to beauty. I know this because I see it in the lives of my brothers and sisters; I know because this, too, has been my life.<br />
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A group of us gathered in a home the other night to hear testimony of God's pursuing love, covenant faithfulness, and transforming power. The night felt raw and tears were shed and I wondered what it is about God that makes us cry -- are these tears of joy or of longing? <br />
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There are many things that I fear for the future, but it all comes down to a lack of faith in a faithful God. My heart is weak and my knees wobbly but one by one I pray to take back the Truths for all the lies I have bought. As He lifts the scales from my eyes, I will see the dead bones take on life, and it will not be a sacrifice to be here, but a privilege.<br />
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It is a privilege.<br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>Hold on to me as we go<br />
As we roll down this unfamiliar road<br />
And although this wave is stringing us along<br />
Just know you’re not alone<br />
Cause I’m going to make this place your home<br />
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Settle down, it'll all be clear<br />
Don't pay no mind to the demons, they fill you with fear<br />
The trouble it might drag you down<br />
If you get lost, you can always be found<br />
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Just know you’re not alone<br />
Cause I’m going to make this place your home</i></span><br />
"Home," Phillip Phillips</div>
shiothewayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904068503458473302noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413050834523445252.post-68573700165852701352013-08-11T16:13:00.002+08:002013-08-11T16:14:38.209+08:00a long journey<br />
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From where I sit at the window, the broken, weather-beaten corrugated
tin over our neighbor's porch flaps in the hot summer breeze. There is a sad melancholy to it.
Snapshots of decay and ruin surround me here, affront my senses wherever
I go. There is a desolation in my heart. Here there is little assurance
that this is the good life; instead all is struggle--buildings struggle
against disrepair, cars struggle against rust, atmosphere struggles
against dust and smog. Even human existence is a struggle. People struggle to survive, to get ahead, to <i>win</i>, or at least look like it. To have "enough." And the eternal tragedy is that there is never enough. It is never enough.<br />
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The bleakness within is a raw and palpable sense that this is not my home. But isn't this an abiding truth? That we are actually sojourners far from home, and Jesus is the One Who has come to find us, and then take us Home one day? Perhaps until now the reality has never been clearer to me.<br />
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The challenge to me is this: to <i>take the broken bread, the cup,</i> and give thanks. <br />
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“Something always comes to fill the empty places. And when I
give thanks for the seemingly microscopic, I make a place for God to grow
within me. This, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">this</i>, makes me full,
and I ‘magnify Him with thanksgiving,’ and God enters the world. What will a
life magnify? The world’s stress cracks, the grubbiness of a day, all that is
wholly wrong and terribly busted? Or God? Never is God’s omnipotence and
omniscience diminutive. God is not in need of magnifying by us so small, but
the reverse. It’s our lives that are little and we have falsely inflated self,
and in thanks we decrease and the world returns right. I say thanks and I swell
with Him, and I swell the world and He stirs me, joy all afoot.”<br />
--Ann Voskamp, "<i>One Thousand Gifts</i>"</div>
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I need to know that God is here. God has gifted all these to me and more, and He Himself is more than Enough.<br />
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empty hands and draws me close to the thrum of Love. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">You may suffer loss but in Me is anything ever lost, really? Isn’t
everything that belongs to Christ also yours? Do I not own the cattle on a
thousand hills; everything? Aren’t then all provisions, in Christ also yours?
If you haven’t lost Christ, child, nothing is ever lost. Remember, ‘through
many tribulations we must enter the </i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">kingdom</i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> of </i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">God</i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">’ [Acts </i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">14:22</i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">], and in
‘sharing in [My Son’s] sufferings, becoming like Him in His death’ you come ‘to
know Christ and the power of His resurrection’ [Phil </i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">3:10</i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">]”<br />--"One Thousand Gifts"</i></div>
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shiothewayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904068503458473302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413050834523445252.post-65061654038953083422013-05-31T21:08:00.002+08:002013-06-02T20:43:26.937+08:00things I've learned from [teaching] a 5 year old<ul>
<li>Stick to your guns. Make decisions carefully, but once decided, commit to that decision.</li>
<li>That being said, <b><i>listen </i></b>for what is trying to be said. A 5-year old is a person, too. Perhaps not the most articulate or rational, but there are ideas and thoughts there, and they should be affirmed.</li>
<li>Don't be afraid to say you're sorry, you were wrong.</li>
<li>Model the character you desire to instill. Character trumps book smarts.</li>
<li>Sometimes bad attitudes and uncooperative behavior comes from a deep-rooted fear of failure. </li>
<li>But in those times, the external assurance of another imparted through praise and encouragement is the best motivator and the best cultivator self-confidence.</li>
<li>Learn by doing. </li>
<li>Sometimes homemade play-dough is a little too messy for more refined tastes. </li>
<li>When in doubt, make cookies.</li>
<li>Spelling by "sounding out" is doubly hard when the only other English that is used to being heard is pronounced with a foreign accent. </li>
<li>In an educational culture of serious book-study, imagination and hands-on can be an unequaled mollification. <br /></li>
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shiothewayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904068503458473302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413050834523445252.post-50583037162519875932013-05-10T23:17:00.000+08:002013-05-10T23:25:51.356+08:00What I miss about America<br />
Today I woke up and it felt different. I wasn't sure what it was, but there was a happiness of being alive, of making plans, of having work and rest. I chalked it up to being Friday.<br />
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But then I looked out the window and something made me catch my breath for a nanosecond. The sky.<br />
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It was <span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>blue</b></span></span>.<br />
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You don't even understand. I have not seen the blue sky in what seems like over a year. In spite of living in the sunny south, the sky is almost always shrouded in a thick gauze of smog. Just the other day I realized how I had almost forgotten what a blue sky looks like until I saw this picture in my newsfeed, an instagram from an acquaintance (in the US of A).<br />
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"This must be what it's like when the sky smiles," was the caption. Something within my heart was stirred. <br />
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To me, this instagram captures a sense of the hidden yearning that resides in my heart as a pilgrim in a foreign land. Before I moved I considered myself pretty transient to my surroundings; dependent on my culture-crossing upbringing, a knack for adapting, and thirst for adventure. But I've come to realize in time that there are things inbred into me that I never would have recognized before. An indelible mark impressed upon me -- that <i>where I grew up</i> has become a part of me that I cannot deny.<br />
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And as much as I would (or would not) be loathe to admit it.... I do miss America. <br />
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I miss crystal blue, sapphire skies<br />
I miss purple twilight when the sun just goes down and the lightning bugs come out<br />
I miss sitting on the deck with the big backyard in the cool evening breeze<br />
I miss chic shopping centers<br />
I miss wide, smooth roads, free of scooters<br />
I miss the cherry blossoms blooming in the spring<br />
I miss barbecues<br />
I miss ethnic food<br />
I miss seeing the stars<br />
I miss open landscapes<br />
I miss big houses <br />
I miss seeing farmland and livestock grazing<br />
I miss long summer days when the sun sets at 9<br />
I miss thunderstorms <br />
I really, <i>really </i>miss stepping outside and breathing in <b>clean, fresh </b>air, air that is <i>not </i>laden with exhaust or sewer smells.<br />
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But on the rare day that the skies do reveal itself, and the air disperses itself to a purity so clear that the distant city skyline can be seen, a palpable sense of grace is bestowed. An awakening that <b>yes</b>, there is a <span style="color: #bf9000;">joy </span>to simply being alive.<br />
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And indeed the sky smiled on us today.<br />
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<br />shiothewayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904068503458473302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413050834523445252.post-52167156463145657922013-05-08T23:15:00.003+08:002013-05-09T11:22:26.316+08:00pityI have a nephew.<br />
My cousin gave birth to Obi in the winter last year, and I was able to visit him and his mother in the postpartum ward, peering at his little pink face, all wrapped in a towel, through the glass that partitioned the sleeping babies from visitors.<br />
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I've had the pleasure of visiting Obi a few times since his birth. He has completely stolen my heart with his giggles, snuggles, and smiles. And I know I'm not the only one. Obi has grown to a handsome, fun-loving, joy-filled, dashing little boy.
All things loveable and loving, he is quick to give out smiles and hugs, charming all who meet him with
his symmetric dimples and perfect little teeth. He lives a flourishing life with loving parents, a skilled nanny, doting grandparents, and adoring aunts and uncles. In Chinese we call his name 亮亮, which expresses the shining, bright light which has pierced all of our hearts when he came into the world.<br />
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Obi has <a href="http://www.albinism.org/faq/children.html" target="_blank">albinism</a>.<br />
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When the quavers of the initial shock rippled its way throughout our extended family, we all reached out as best we could to hold up our loved ones through the process when things in your family don't go as you've planned. Then the storm passed and gave way to the clear, sunny skies of Obi's smiles and giggles, and I thought all was well, as could be well. Everyone loved Obi, and his dedicated parents were committed to do whatever would be best for him.<br />
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But it doesn't stop there. This past weekend I went to visit my grandma and on more than one occasion the mention of Obi would bring about this reaction: "好可惜" -- <i>what a pity</i>, with a sigh or a slight shake of the head. The first time I heard it, I could only give a sympathetic smile while I inwardly rebelled. Then I heard it again and again, and the more I heard it, the more unhappy I became. <br />
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In our world, the hold of each culture's ideals is strong. We wish for health, security, success. But things happen outside our control because we are finite beings, and those who do not measure up to those ideals are either marginalized, pitied, or a blend of both. And yes, when we see such an energetic, happy, handsome baby as Obi and think about the struggles he may face in the future, of course we have feelings of pity for him. But Obi cannot be defined by his difficulties, just as we are not.<br />
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The words "可惜" are used when milk is spilled, or when a bunch of green vegetables is left to wither away for more than a week in the chiller compartment of the fridge, or when a useful piece of dishware is broken. They are used when a good coupon expires, or when a congenial couple breaks up. It's a pity. What a pity.<br />
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To me, in these words, there is a sense of waste. The milk, the veggies, the dish, the savings, the chemistry -- something good is gone. There is something shameful in it; the full potential that was left unreached. But if we use these words on a yet ungrown child, the words cast a barrier in front of him -- they assume he can never reach his full effectiveness. That he will never experience life fully. In a sense, he will never be fully human.<br />
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I want to refute these words and the ideas behind them. Obi is not one to be pitied. There is nothing shameful about his condition. He is a precious, precious being, and God willing, he <i>will </i>grow and mature and reach his full potential -- not the predetermined ideals set by society, but develop into the person that he alone can be and do the things that he alone can do as an individual. Who is to say he will not or cannot be a great person?<br />
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To me, he already is.<br />
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I write this as much for myself as for all out there who encounter special needs in their lives. As much as I am for advocacy, intervention, and integration, there can only be so much that parents, educators, and specialists can do. Without love and acceptance from family, friends, and community, it will only be so much harder, in spite of the technology, the therapy, the research. We cannot turn a blind eye just because they are different from us. This is why I am so glad that our school has chosen to partner with ministries such as <a href="http://taiwansunshine.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Taiwan Sunshine</a> and the special needs school in Ren Wu district, connecting our students with other students who may not look, act, or communicate the same way that they do, but reaching out to discover the same joys and graces that God bestows upon us in this world.<br />
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So let it not be a pity. Let them be empowered.shiothewayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904068503458473302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413050834523445252.post-78449217784909420272013-05-02T12:20:00.003+08:002013-05-02T12:24:30.175+08:00taking back JOYThe day I walked into our first home together I knew there would be a lot of work to do. Exhausted from two days of traveling, my shoulders slumped even more when I saw the piles of dust, the splintering wood, the cracking tiles. But we were newly married, and with that newly married glow in my mind I pictured the pioneer girl who, with her grit and pluck, managed to make a home out of a wilderness. So I rolled up my metaphorical sleeves and set to work.<br />
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But the days went by and we settled, as the dust that settles, no matter how it was wiped away. The buckets under the leaky sinks amassed dirty water. The old pipes smelled--we covered the drains and turned our heads away, just as we squinted away the bad paint job on the walls, blinked at the eroding grout, blind-eyed the splintering doors. <i>Just two years, at most</i>. And then we could <b>move on</b>.<br />
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But try as I might, no amount of wiping, bucket-emptying, head-turning, or eye-squinting made all those things go away. Slowly, imperceptibly, a corrosiveness seeped into my being. An <b>attitude of the temporary</b>. To endure, stick through, put up with this present existence until Happy Ever After. A subconscious resignation to a gnawing discontent. <br />
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Oh discontent. How you have been the downfall of humanity! In the silent void, the restlessness takes on a cancerous unhappiness.<br />
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I read a blog post of another lady who discovered, from the mouth of her little son, a perceptible loss of joy in her heart after a monumental relocation of her family -- the transition had been hard on her; what she didn't realize is that it wasn't just an internal struggle. Her quiet, inward distress was affecting her children. What got to me was that aside from the message coming from the voice of a 9 year old son, I felt it was exactly what I was going through as well. Someone alongside me asking me with tears in their wide-open, wondering eyes where my joy went.<br />
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I asked myself. I am tired, discouraged, worn down by mundane toil; a solitary, isolated path on an endless mountain-pile of to-dos. My present is a schedule book and an eternal list. In this world, friends are far and heartfelt communication rare.<br />
And this is how a heart is worn, tattered to thanklessness.<br />
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So now I challenge myself.<br />
Remember who I am:<b> <span style="color: #990000;"><i>loved</i></span></b><span style="color: #990000;"><i> </i></span>and <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">cherished</span> </i></b>by an <b>Almighty God</b>.<br />
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Be <span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;"><b>present</b> </span>-- not in the book or the list, but in the grains of sweetness that give life its special meaning.<br />
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Be <b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">open </span></b>-- not to critical thoughts or internal judgments, but to receive the daily graces of a Good Father.<br />
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Be <b><span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: large;">near </span></b>-- not to the world and its mindless bustle, but to my God: my <b>Savior</b>, <b>Redeemer</b>, <b>Healer</b>, <b>Provider</b>, <b>Friend</b>.<br />
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Be <b><span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-size: large;">thankful </span></b>-- not just for work to earn daily bread, but for every little thing He sends to remind me of His goodness, His grace, His favor.<br />
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Today, it is...<br />
...the spring rain. God knows to send refreshing to cool a parched and thirsty soul.<br />
...the graciousness of others, who yield themselves in order to smooth the way for me.<br />
...the ability to, at a moment's notice, send a heartfelt message to someone oceans away.<br />
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Will you, also, be challenged with me? What are you thankful for today?shiothewayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904068503458473302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413050834523445252.post-26118893506013409752013-04-16T20:44:00.001+08:002013-04-16T22:35:27.871+08:00cry wolfOne morning on an unsuspecting early March day we got a phone call from our parents about our church. The news just blazing the Chinese Christian community was that a widespread cult from China (dubbed 東方閃電派, Eastern Lightning) had infiltrated into the neighboring island, and churches around the country were quietly going down, one by one. Anyone who had ever heard or been somewhat exposed to anything about the cult warned us: Stay far away. Far, far away.What we heard was alarming, unsettling, and hit relatively close to home for us.<br />
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As most of you may know, the church we have been attending and even committed some time to serving here is called New Songs church. What we didn't know was that the Eastern Lightning cult was re-branding and calling themselves by the same name in Taiwan. The big question for us became whether or not we had unwittingly inducted ourselves into a cult.<br />
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We took a little break for a while. We (mostly B) did the research -- we asked questions, we asked non-affiliated pastors in the area, we stepped back and evaluated. What jarred me the most during that time was that we had begun to feel just a little bit settled at New Songs; begun to establish some relationships and throw out some tiny roots. A familiar feeling of betrayal would creep around the thought that the friendly faces we had encountered were hiding something false and dangerous; it was simply inconceivable to me.<br />
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One thing we discussed was the theology of New Songs -- what we had witnessed and heard in our short time of attendance. Although the pastor had been on leave for a several weeks due to heart problems, what we had heard was nothing short of the Gospel: <span style="color: #bf9000;">Christ the Son of God and Savior</span>, the Bible as the <span style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="color: #bf9000;">infallible, inspired Word of God</span>,</span> the <span style="color: #bf9000;">Holy Spirit's convicting work</span> to bring about <span style="color: #bf9000;">repentance </span>and change. It would have been such an irony if the leadership actually had devious, underhanded motives to use the Truth to draw people in, then turn the tables and trap them when they least expected it. But how paradoxical would that be?<br />
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On Easter Sunday we went back. That morning no sermon was preached, but one by one, testimony after testimony was shared of the power of the Resurrection of Jesus -- in the nitty gritty, daily moments of life, in the broad picture of God's perfect plan, in the very personal and spiritual part of our beings. That Sunday also marked a new beginning for the pastor after his two-month hiatus. He was back with renewed energy and redoubled vision: <span style="color: #bf9000;">falling in love with the Word of God</span> all over again. <span style="color: #990000;">Bible study</span>. <span style="color: #990000;">Discipleship</span>.<br />
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In the Olivet Discourse Jesus Himself told us that there will be false teachers coming as ravening wolves in sheep's clothing. But He gave us the gauge with which to measure them by: "<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%207:15-20&version=ESV" target="_blank">You will know them by their fruits.</a>" <br />
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I looked around and saw in each person present the <span style="color: #e69138;"><b>fruit </b><span style="color: black;">of</span> <b>God's Truth</b></span> being sown on a <b>personal, consistent, authentic</b> level. <br />
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I thought to myself, "There is no wolf in sheep's clothing. Because the <b><span style="color: #bf9000;">True, Good Shepherd</span></b> is <b>here</b>." <br />
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Finally, I understood what He meant.<br />
<br />shiothewayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904068503458473302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413050834523445252.post-77136679591955820632013-03-23T16:01:00.001+08:002013-03-23T16:01:41.913+08:00against the grain<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One thing about living here that I seem to never get used to is the noise that comes with living in close proximity with other human beings. Although our apartment is over 30 years old and quite structurally sound so as to insulate the racket of neighbors coming through the walls and floors, we still hear goings-on around us through open windows and doors. What I never like to hear is our neighbors shouting or screaming at each other. It grates the ears and rubs nerves until they are raw, especially when it happens on a daily basis (one particular family we've dubbed the Screamers, as it seems to run in the family). It amazes me at times when a shouting match has gone on for a particularly lengthy period that I have to fight the urge to shout back at them (my other solution would be to just play <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PpccpglnNf0&feature=youtu.be">these sounds</a> out the window, loud and clear!). But I never do, only because I know it would only exacerbate the problem.<br />
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One evening when the whole family was going at it with the little ones screaming themselves hoarse and the adults not doing much better, B suggested that we pray for them. In my head I knew he was right -- so many deeper issues are going on and Satan has been wreaking havoc within this family. But in that moment, it seemed so unnatural; I didn't know them. I didn't know what they were fighting about. They were the ones who were bothering me; I just wanted them to stop. <br />
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It wasn't until later (when I could hear myself think again) that I realized what B proposed was so <span style="color: #b45f06;">counter-intuitive </span>that I didn't even want to do it. And in fact, most of the things God tells us to do are not inherent to us. Without the power of the Holy Spirit, we have <b>no capacity in ourselves</b> to love our neighbors, to submit to our parents, to cherish our wives, to respect our husbands. But the beauty of the gospel is that because of Christ, we are empowered to do what does not come naturally to us.<br />
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A couple weeks ago B and I attended a marriage seminar entitled "<a href="http://loveandrespect.com/">Love and Respect</a>" with three other couple friends. Although there was never anything earth-shattering to me about the truths I heard, I knew that given the wisdom I found I now had the responsibility to carry it out in my life. It's easy to think or say "I will do this" but when one gets to the thick of the moment, when the ingrained self-preserving instincts and emotions kick in, the question to me becomes "WILL you?"<br />
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<b>Will I</b> be humble? <b>Will I </b>obey the commands of my Savior? <b>Will I</b> stop from barreling down my own path of inborn justice, and turn the other way to the good and the right of my other half, or my neighbor, or even my enemy? <br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><b>Jesus saves. He heals and He renews.</b></span> Only because of Him do I know the right thing to do is to pray for my screaming neighbors, to be compassionate to the unlovely of the world, to be respectful to my husband. And <b>only by Him</b> will I be able to push against the grain, to drive diametrically opposite the culture, and live it out in my life.<br />
<br />shiothewayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904068503458473302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413050834523445252.post-45564372241040331442013-03-04T13:18:00.003+08:002013-03-23T13:41:21.722+08:00the un-lovelyI have been waiting and watching for what to blog about -- lately I have been going through a sort of life-inventory and self-evaluation that at times can be a bit trying -- anyone know what I mean?<br />
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Both B and I have taken the first steps and "inaugurated" ourselves into service at church. B has already translated for two sermons and I walked out of my shell and played for service. Being teamed with the pastor's son was a blessing, and for a moment there after the singing had ended I could feel the slight tingle of knowing God's presence with me -- not so much in playing well, but in playing with my heart -- a moment of a kind of <i>Shekinah </i>glory, almost. <br />
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But what I want to tell here is not that we have been good and praiseworthy, but perhaps to share a struggle and give challenge to myself.<br />
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On Saturday we were practicing for worship; inside the church were just the three of us -- B, Pastor's son, and me. We left the church doors open, as we are wont to do, because it leads right into the street for passersby to know we are there and feel free to stop by if they feel so inclined. Well, one lady did stop by, to our surprise and my consternation. She is the lady I have seen on spotty appearances Sunday mornings, the sight of her frightening me because her looks are not like others. Diminutive, hump-backed, toothless, and hobbling, it seemed in her movements unpredictable what she might do next. She came speaking of something but none of us could quite make out her slurred speech, which came out along with not a small amount of spit. She shuffled to each one of us in each point of the room -- even I could not hide behind the piano -- and came so insistently as she shared something that none of us could fully understand. As she stood there next to me I could tell something had disturbed her and I felt ashamed of my own insensitive fears. Swallowing pride and prejudice, I took the example of Pastor's son with his kindly, sympathetic face and listening ear, even though neither of us are very good at comprehending Taiwanese. In the end, she made her last round to each of us and starting with me, began to pray. I do not know what she prayed for, but when I finally realized she was praying as she put her wrinkled hand in mine, I was rebuked. Who knows the faith of this little woman, who claps so loudly and out of rhythm during praise and comes to church although her movements do not come with ease? Surely the world shrinks back or laughs and scorns her each day, and should she not find comfort and solace in the open sanctuary of saints?<br />
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Sometimes I wonder what I am doing here. But each week at service I see the world's unlovely and come to realize that the unloveable is what's inside my own heart. I only think that the role-reversal of this woman praying for me was in fact as it should have been. I am the one who desperately needs more of Jesus and more of His love. !<br />
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<br />shiothewayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904068503458473302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413050834523445252.post-1462180386858140352013-02-18T13:02:00.000+08:002013-02-18T13:11:27.956+08:00Langkawi picture post<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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B and I took the opportunity of overlapping breaks during CNY and flew to our belated honeymoon! Here are some highlights from our trip!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was walkway up to the first chalet we stayed at. It was so peaceful!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Huge windows and a huge bed! They recently remodeled so everything was new and shiny. Except the floorboards felt a bit thin and creaky.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I got sick as we were heading out so the first few days we had to take it easy. We got to order room service and this was a delicious chicken soup that B ordered for me. We definitely felt spoiled!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The beach! Envious yet? ;)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After our maids found out we were on honeymoon, we returned to our room with this on the bed =)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">B's Nasi Lemak</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We had to scope out the local nightmarket. I was excited to see durian even though I had no intention of buying one.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But I did buy durian sticky rice! It was pretty good, but a little overwhelming to eat just by myself since B refused to touch it. :P</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">B got this to eat. I think this is Nasi Lemak with a lot of chili sauce.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The next day we took a cable car ride, which they claimed to be the world's steepest. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The pictures don't show clearly how high we went, but I believed it after taking the ride!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The resort had a lion dance in honor of CNY. I tried to duck away into the doorway to the restaurant on the left, but it turned out to be a bad idea because that is right where they were headed!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We decided to try some local food from a food truck.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They set up tables and stools right by the beach!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is what they were selling. Veggies and noodles in a sauce, accented with some fried crullers. It was pretty good but the sauce got to be a little inundating after a while.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We took a boat ride tour of a mangrove! I didn't really know what a mangrove was before. It's like a thick forest of thin trees that grow where salt water is present.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The scenery was beautiful. We saw a bunch of eagles and the boat captain threw some chicken into the water and got them to swoop down for us to watch. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Horseriding in the jungle and by the beach! So much fun. My horse kept wanting to be in front while B's horse kept wanting to stop and eat things.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Halfway through our trip we moved to a chalet on the water. It was so pretty!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They gave us cake and fruit! (we actually had two sets of this because we stayed in two rooms) :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A view from our balcony</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Monkey family! These monkeys are white-spectacled, since they have white rings around their eyes like glasses.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is my favorite monkey picture from the week. Look at the baby holding onto the mommy's tummy!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can you spot the sand crab?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At low tide we found the beach littered with these curious designs of tiny sand balls leading to tiny holes. We discovered the sand crabs poking out of the holes and later learned that the balls are a product of their feeding as they sift through the sand. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Breakfast with freshly squeezed pineapple juice</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">B learned how to drive on the other side of the car/road.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Public beach Pasir Tengkorak</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But the black sand we did find looked a lot like 黑芝麻沙 so I wanted to eat it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our last night we had dinner at one of the resort restaurants, Pahn Thai. It was built right on the water</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I got a pretty rose which I tried to bring it so carefully back with me, but the customs official said it wasn't allowed back in Taiwan. I was very sad.</td></tr>
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<br />shiothewayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09904068503458473302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413050834523445252.post-36352671756337942912013-01-03T11:11:00.001+08:002013-01-03T11:11:32.486+08:00welcome aboard<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Sunday after <a href="http://suddenburstofcolor.blogspot.tw/2012/12/prayer-request.html" target="_blank">this post</a>, B and I left for church early in anticipation of meeting my students at the MRT station nearby. There we met two of my students, Stacey included, and discovered that the other two would be arriving late, so we went ahead. </div>
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It was a Christmas service and a guest preacher speaking, but at the end of the day both Stacey and the other girl expressed that they were very happy to have come. The other two came at the tail end and stayed for lunch. I was thrilled that they came at all. The next Saturday we met up for lunch and I invited Stacey to come back to church. She wanted to come but was held up at work the following Sunday. It's been so exciting to befriend these students and see what God might do in their lives through our interactions. I especially hope that Stacey will begin to come regularly and have a chance to talk with the pastor who has dealt with <a href="http://suddenburstofcolor.blogspot.tw/2012/12/prayer-request.html" target="_blank">cases like hers</a> (dealing with undesired supernatural spirit encounters).</div>
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After my friends left church that Sunday, Pastor Terry talked with us about the spiritual battleground and the vigilance and dedication required to bring souls out of the bondage of darkness and into the Kingdom of Light. "Welcome aboard," he said. </div>
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And it felt like a small but significant initiation had taken place.</div>
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