Saturday, October 22, 2011

For as the rain and snow come down... (Is. 55)



I woke up this morning to the gentle patter of rain on the street below my apartment. Yellow and red leaves blanket the ground and cling to the trees, glowing vibrant and alive in the midst of a dim and gray morning. Admiring the contrast, believing there could be nothing more beautiful, giant snowflakes have started to fall amidst the rain! It’s been too warm for the snow to stick, so it’s just tumbling to the ground, beautiful and bright.

Fall has been nothing like what I thought it would be here in Harbin. Everyone warned us that it would be extremely cold, tedious, and discouraging. But our October has been anything but those things! The weather has been warm, our jobs have provided continual challenges (rather than growing dull), and our relationships – with our teammates, students, and colleagues – have been blossoming and rapidly growing roots. In the past week alone, so much has happened that I can hardly believe this is real life.

Last weekend, our team cooked breakfast (the ever-popular: pancakes and bacon!) for the foreign teachers who live on our floor (the second floor where Laura, Lauren, and I all live). Some of the Russian teachers were unable to come, but we had a full apartment and a wonderful time despite their absence. We had our whole team (minus Dan), Gary the French teacher, Irena the Russian teacher, and the Korean couple that lives at the end of the hall. We had a wonderful time getting to know each other, learning new words in languages we didn’t plan to learn this year, and enjoying the irony of the French teacher translating between Chinese and English for everyone. We left breakfast overjoyed and excited by our new friendships and by the invitation our Korean neighbors extended to us to join them at their fellowship the next day. Everything was in Korean, but it was SO lovely to be there, and they have invited us to sing with them at Christmas time… or any time!

I spent Saturday afternoon with two of my students, Summer and Eve. We rode the bus to Central Street, talking the whole way. We did some shopping and saw the beautiful St. Sofia Cathedral. It was a beautiful day of building friendships and I look forward to spending more time with both of these delightful ladies!

Monday, my day went nothing like I had planned. Through a series of events and requests that were beyond my control, I found myself facilitating community for two of my friends who previously did not have any friends with the same beliefs. They were both in my class, but they had never met each other. I hope I never forget the way they greeted one another – though strangers, they hugged and talked as long-separated sisters. It was incredibly rich and beautiful. Sitting with one of them in the dining hall, she shared with me that she had been very lonely, longing for a friend who could really understand her. None of us planned for that to happen on Monday, but I’m so glad that it did.

The story gets better.

 As we sat together sharing really deep thoughts over dinner, I saw Gary the French teacher looking for a place to sit. I smiled and waved, and he joined us, clearly recognizing the weight of the conversation we were having, but so longing to eat with someone he knew that he weathered the awkward moment. I introduced everyone, the girls recovered from their shock at not knowing students study French at this school, and then they proceeded to engage Gary at a depth of conversation that we Americans had not dared to attempt yet. I look forward to watching those girls become better friends, and I also look forward to seeing how our community impacts Gary this year.

There is so much more that I could share, but I will save it for another time. Just know that He is good, that He is doing beautiful things in the lives of people here, and that we need you to continue talking to Him on our behalf. J


Saturday, October 8, 2011

The Best Cure for Homesickness: pancakes with students and good friends


This morning I woke up, put the kettle on for tea, opened up my journal and wrote the date: October 8th. My dad’s birthday. This triggered a wave of memories – German chocolate cake, fried chicken with rice and white gravy, family jokes about floor mats, my parents’ smiling faces as they gaze around a room full of their children… It hit me that this is the fifth year in a row that I have missed my dad’s birthday – a sad realization, to be sure. For the first time since I got to China, I was really homesick this morning – not just missing people, but wishing I could be there instead of here. I was wishing that I could get up early and go with my parents to get cinnamon rolls at Vern’s and then spend the day hanging out, waiting for everyone to come over for dinner, maybe watching some college football… enjoying family.

After spending some time in the Word and talking with the Father, I went across the hall to help Lauren finish getting ready for her students. She had invited a group of her students over for breakfast, wanting to provide a taste of comfort and home for her students who had not gotten to go home for the October holiday. Wes and I helped Lauren finish cooking the pancakes and bacon, getting everything ready for the students who were on their way.

Six girls – all students of Miss Lauren and Mr. Wes – showed up together, all smiles and all awkward. At first. : ) It took a little work, but we convinced them that they should all sit down and let us serve them. We brought out the food, poured them juice, prayed over the meal, and Lauren gave a brief tutorial on how to prepare and eat pancakes. The students had never had butter before… Today they learned that they really like butter! The girls loved the food and were soon feeling at home enough to joke, play, and ask serious questions.

Side note: My teammates all share students, so they all know each others’ kids… while they know only a very few of my 320 students. I found this discouraging until today, when I realized that although I don’t have these students in class, I can still invest in them and be a part of their lives! Aunt Tiffany… or as Kayla has dubbed me: Auntie Tiff-Tiff.

Looking at each of the faces around the table, I was filled with such joy and delight, without any trace of homesickness. This is why we are here! As they left, we made it really clear that they are always welcome to come to our homes. I really hope they do!

Although I woke up homesick, I left breakfast happily reminded that I am exactly where I am supposed to be.
It would be lovely to be at home today, to celebrate my dad with the rest of my family, but here I am, too many thousands of miles away. I hope this day finds him well.

To my dad: I love you!!! You would really have enjoyed breakfast this morning :) I will be eating rice (sadly without fried chicken or gravy…) in honor of you tonight!