Countdown

We are down to our final days in China. We will fly out at noon on Saturday. I am surprised to admit that I have strangely mixed emotions.

On one hand I can not wait to get back to my "normal" life... Sleeping in my own bed sounds divine. Driving my own car will be incredibly freeing. Enjoying coffee with my dear friends will warm my heart. Both Brandon and I are salivating at the thought of a huge spinach salad with red wine vinegar and olive oil dressing. (As 'visitors' to China, it is safest for us to avoid raw vegetables and salads).

On the other hand, I have had the opportunity to meet some very lovely people. So many times I have been taken aback by the kindness and generosity of people that I have only know for a few weeks. There is something so unique about the international lifestyle... there is an instant connection point upon finding yourself in this overwhelming foreign life. As a result, people are much more willing to invite near strangers into their home for playdates. Friendships and english conversation are never taken for granted. We have been so blessed by:

Frankie, who has invited the kids and I over for several playdates. Her daughter, Pascale, even gave Lydia a birthday gift.

Kate, who lent us the beloved bike and has planned a dinner in my 'honor' tonight. Imagine, a farewell party for me and I've only been here 7 weeks! Her son, Josh, also remembered Lydia's birthday with a gift.

Katie and her husband David, who drove us to church our first Sunday here, invited us out for dinner afterwards and became dear friends very quickly. I only wish we had more time.

Jen, who lent us loads of toys and books, bought me coffee 'just because', met us for playdates when the days were rough, and helped me navigate the streets of Shenzhen on many occasions. Many 'bad days' were turned around with her help.

Chana, who let us borrow her spare coffee pot (AMEN!) as well as more books and puzzles... all this after only knowing her for a few hours.

We were never treated as if we weren't worthy of the time and effort to befriend because we would be here for such a short time. Instead, people cared for us and spent time with us as if we would be here for years. It has reminded me and prodded me to watch for needs in the people that surround me. And to actually ACT on those needs. Quickly. Not just when it's convenient for me.

And of course, there's Kenny. He loves the kids and told me on Monday how much he's going to miss them. Every day he goes home he tells his wife about Marcus and Lydia. I have not encountered another Chinese driver that speaks English as well as him. God truly intersected our paths that day on January 8th, 2009. Kenny came to church with us a couple of weeks ago. It was probably curiosity that brought him, but what an exciting first step! We will be praying for him. I have no doubt that our last ride with him on Friday will be a tearful one.

I am humbled to admit that some good has come from our time here. I came with a pretty poor attitude and grumbling all the way. But God has been with us each moment. Lydia absolutely loves her school. We have managed to stay healthy the entire time (a major source of fear for me before coming). To be sure, there have been a fair amount of difficult days, moments of crying and intense frustration. But we have encountered another culture, both the negatives and the positives, and will return to America changed because of it.

Oh, and 80 degrees and sunny ain't all that bad either. Lydia reminds me on a daily basis that she is not happy about exchanging that for snow boots and winter coats once again. I have to agree 100%.