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Friday, January 18, 2013

Final Posting at this Blog Site...

Hello Friends and Loved Ones,

This is a final posting as we bid farewell to our Blogspot blog. We have recently finished setting up a family website, which has our blog embedded within. It also has other features, pictures, and a link to our kids' new blog as well!

The new site is available at:        www.chongville.com

We really hope that you will check it out, hit the 'Blog' page and sign up to keep following Kelley's awesome (and my rare) blog posts. We hope to use the new site to stay more connected with family and friends and help spread the word about what we are up to in the Far East.

Be blessed,
Kyle

Monday, December 31, 2012

mission


It’s almost a new year. With an impending move next week, Christmas was a blur as we have found ourselves in the middle of a zhuang xiu (pronounced ‘jwong shee-o’) as our new place has no kitchen. At all. Maybe not the ideal situation for a family of five – but – it has a rooftop patio that looks out onto the Heavenlies; how could we say no??

I have had some deep internal wrestling about our next steps here; outgrowing our three bedroom apartment, but wanting to keep our footprint small; trying to discern whether the locals we love would resent our nicer digs. I have been analyzing my definition of ‘missions’, and after a while, if the word plays over and over in my mind it becomes nonsense; not because it doesn’t have meaning but because I think I have failed to grasp it yet. My neighbors think I’m a ‘waiguoren’ (other-country-person). I will probably always be a source of conversation and amusement as I butcher the language and let my kids wear flip flops in winter. As I search out safe meat and good coffee. As I look shyly their way and risk a smile or ‘Ni hao’. As we move to a bigger house so that we can hold prayer meetings on the roof. Maybe if I humble myself and smile big as I trip all over in discomfort then I can become thin and clear enough for Jesus to be seen through my face.

It’s funny that we don’t have an agenda or barely a plan concerning what we are doing here. We’re just here… living. Eating breakfast and crossing the street and dealing with colds and trying to get along and put each other first. Looking over into the city villages and wondering… forever wondering if my Chinese will ever be good enough; or my heart strong enough to go and sit and talk and pray with them. Or just offer the dusty kids a candy. I think I can play the fool for God. Is that ‘missions’?

Monday, December 10, 2012

Girl

Looking up at the blue sky

I am pierced with all the good;

The memory of how it should be

Calm mind because of drifting up.

All ribbons and colours sparkle-

It’s a little girl thing.

A big mama thing surrounded by children;

Sitting in the middle

Forgetting the age,

Laughing; no, giggling.

Good things not passed away but-

Always in Heaven’s treasure box.

I can sit on the shore and look up and outward

And wait until ‘girl’ is a forever thing,

Always wanted; always allowed.