just pics

 Our warriors...  

(don't miss the mesh drawstring bag tied around Isaiah's head)

And here's our winter scenery... 

See that bright yellow crane one block back?

We had lots of fun, wonderful friends with us around Christmas and the weeks leading up to it.

We got one of these test-your-IQ puzzles for Christmas...

... surely you're jealous.

Now, this is not what Christmas is really about, but a part of it still... The kids got all the stuff of dreams this year.  Isaiah made out like a lego bandit (and he knows the legos are for sharing with all the kids).  Thank you cool family and sweet "Auntie" Dawn!  Marian's dollhouse is fully furnished and populated now, thanks to our lavish family.

Our big two kids got roller blades from us.  And this little guy- who had all awesome owl gifts otherwise-  also got his first bike from his mom and dad.  

This little girl has her own beautiful growth chart and a beautiful blanket and sleep toy now... as well as two dresses that match with her big sister.  

Oh this little beauty.... she is really enjoying her baths these days, loving to stand up by furniture, and playing at copying a few syllables (ma and da being the most important... ok, the only ones so far).

More views from our window... Can you guess that we didn't move here for the winter landscape?

 I'll admit I get frustrated that although this country is so respected for it's high standards for education, 

dozens of people we pass on the street still burn piles of all sorts of trash- including plastics.  

The hard part is that so many people have no other warmth.  But seeing them inhale toxic fumes 

to add a bit of warmth doesn't really brighten the scene.  

Heartache... on many levels.  (oh, and head ache too!)

The big three had a fun Christmas performance at school.  May's song (above) was super cute and I'm really hoping that a video will upload for you to see a bit more... stay tuned...

Merry Christmas! {2011}

Wishing you all the Merriest Christmas and a Joyful 2012!  

May the masterful, eternal significance of life weigh on each of us in this time of celebration... 

to draw us into wonder and marveling at the God who made us and loves us so greatly...

so greatly that he would send his Son into our polluted world to rescue us

and give us Hope and Forever Life with Him.  

We hope and pray that the new year will be a time of growing deeper and stronger in knowing 

His promises and sovereignty and love.

We love you too, dear friends, 

and we're so grateful for your love for us!

Matt & Jill, Isaiah (almost 6), Marian (4.5), John (2.5) and Vivi (9 mo)

(for the sillier shots from our Christmas photo shoot, scroll down a few posts)

Photo by Jake Bell, July 2011

her first Christmas

The standard portrait was too tricky for me to capture singlehandedly.... 

but who would want a standard pose over this...?

For some reason I just love this little glimpse of her nearly chubby legs...

Merry Christmas Vivian Hope.  We are delighted to have you completing our family this year.
What a joy of a gift you are to each of us!  We praise the Lord for you darling. 

2011 Blog Reader Awards

I have to take this opportunity at the end of the year to thank you friends that read the ramblings here, that email or pray for us.  Thank you.  I’m guessing that many of you have fantastic small groups or churches to attend on Sunday morning where you can connect with a great group of people who you love and who care about you.   Well... in a really important and very long-distance, high-tech sort of way , you are that group to us.   

Thank you for letting us hear from you.  Thank you for your feedback on these posts.  Thank you for the tips and treasures you share with us (sermons, posts, books, music...).  Thanks for emailing us your family photos.  It might sound like there are dozens in this precious group, but actually you are an elite few (with others of course welcome to join in!) Thank you friends!

And in the spirit of giving awards, there’s one more to give.  To the Kind Lady in McDonald’s.  Thank you for caring for our kids.  

Last night we took our kids to McDonald’s (we actually do value nutrition, but...).  It was a night to honor our beginning readers with an ice cream sundae.  Both our big kids have read 5 early readers now.  We are so delighted and proud!

I can’t even think of the last time that we’ve been out of our house when a stranger has said anything to our kids except “Oh look, foreigners.  Look at their white skin, blue eyes, yellow hair...”  (I’m sure I sound extreme, but I promise it’s true.  It’s as if folks here have all received the same 4 page script of things to say to foreigners and questions to ask, like: Where are you from? Do you know you can only have one child in China?  Aren’t you tired to death having four little kids?  Have you bought your apartment or do you rent? How much money do you make?...  It’s the same script everywhere we go and it’s not bad.  We are the fish trying to swim on this land... the oddball foreigners in this heritage-rich, full of wisdom and beauty culture that we still do. not. fit. in.)   

So...  to sit down across from one other American family and have that mom speak individually to each of our readers and tell them she thought they must be really smart and tell them good job for working so hard.... it just about makes this mama’s heart break with joy.  Thank you, Shelly.  Thank you, Lord. 

Thank you, Lord, for all these friends...

This is Why...

When the first strum comes in on this song, my attention is drawn.... 
and then these lyrics.  This is the very word, the bread, my soul needs to live:     


"I am tangled up in contradiction
I am strangled by my own two hands
I am haunted by the hounds of addiction
Hosanna, Hosanna"


This is the song, the word for why I am a Christian. 


Matt and I have deeply delighted in this song, Hosanna, and this whole album Resurrection Letters Volume II from the greatly enjoyed Andrew Peterson.    If you're looking for a gift to give, I can't think of a better one....


Plenty of friends have told me, tried to encourage me, that I don't need to focus so much on my sin.  I don't need to worry about it. I'm really not so bad.... just look at how good I want to be.  That's good!


But that doesn't save me.  My sin is a reality.  I know it.  My kids know it.  My husband and the neighbors I pass by when I'm late.  And it's not ok.  It doesn't just evaporate.  God is holy and this is not.  I am not.  


But.... Salvation!  It is coming and not from within me.  Salvation that is flawless, changeless (how often am I at all like that?) is sure and promised and living and true.  Salvation has come!  (Merry Christmas!)


Since Hosanna isn't Enlish... it's worth sharing what the word is about:

It used to be what you would say when you fell off the diving board.. like when somebody pushes you off the diving board before you can swim and you come up hollering: "Help, save me . . . Hoshiya na!"

But it came to be what you would say when you see the lifeguard coming to save you! It is the bubbling over of a heart that sees hope and joy and salvation on the way and can't keep it in.

So "Hosanna!" means, "Hooray for salvation! It's coming! It's here! Salvation! Salvation!"

(quoted from...)

A few more lyrics for you:

"You have crushed beneath your heel the black serpent

You have carried to the grave the black stain

You have torn apart the temple's holy curtain

You have beaten death and death's own game

Hosanna!

Hail the long awaited King come to set his people free!

Won't you tear the temple down, lift it up on holy ground!?

I will lift my voice and sing you have come and washed me clean!

Hosanna!"

Hail the long awaited King.... born in a manger.

He has come!  He will come again!  

May this be the glad anthem of all our days...

Hosanna!

the out-takes

 Oh friends, we tried so hard to get that one shot of this whole crew. You know, the one sparkling pic to be framed forever?  We came close a few times... like the pic above.  The shots below were.... well, not so close.... but they still seem worth sharing :)

Matt is gone all day (before breakfast til after bedtime) with business classes on Thursdays and since he's usually the energy for the kiddo-fun in the late evening, the kids and I watched a dinosaurs documentary without him this week.  This is our dinosaur pose... notice the gentle herbivore and the ferocious carnivore...

Just the regular... Matt hitting himself on the head with a pillow to make the kids laugh for photos.  Most the pics of the real laughing are too blurry to notice any faces...  these are just little laughs here but you can still tell that this daddy is the best man in our whole world, right?

I would have loved to be able to get a photo shoot outside, but our heavy, dirty coats are just not at all as cute as these sweet dresses that Grandma and Grandpa sent.  Marian was *thrilled* to get to match with Vivi..... and Vivi?  She was mostly just thrilled with that teether.

This is their sleepy pose....

A Christmas Rearranged

A bit of history....  I wrote this post last year but since it wasn't finished till after Christmas here it is now.


This has definitely been the best of our M & J family Christmas's yet....  Several great
influences collided for us and led us to some sweet tweaks to our family traditions.  


Too often I have argued that "Jesus is the Reason for the Season" but sometimes I wonder if that is perhaps more self-defense that "I really am a Christian".... while I'm celebrating this fantastic Christian holiday exactly like the Christ-less world does, except for perhaps one or two additions.  Who is to blame then, for forgetting the reason for all this?  Has Jesus really been the consistent focus- start to finish- for this whole season of celebration or have we postured ourselves, our budget, our time around countless, unneeded, over-the-top gifts?  

Why do we do this to ourselves?

"When All the Gifts are for Him", posted at Christmas Change, rung in me like a clarion.  It  seemed like a no-brainer to read. Yes, Yes!  Of course we should be celebrating, feasting for, rejoicing in, and worshipping, serving our King who has come!  


And so, our rearrangement....  Lord order this celebration in our lives truly for Your Glory!


~  We have enjoyed a wonderful Advent season together, anticipating the birth of our Savior.  Candlelight nightly after dinner, a story from the Word and the picture hung on our Jesse Tree.  Then often this ends with worship tunes enjoyed together, maybe some dancing, maybe (probably) cookies.  This is without doubt the sweetest, most glorious time of the year.


~ At Matt's leading, we've held off on certain Christmas carols.  In this season of advent, we're building anticipation and anticipation is a gift in itself to be increasingly built and enjoyed until the revealing.  


~  For Christmas Eve we dressed the table and ate all in candlelight (amazing how candlelight seems to invite and encourage the best attention from our kids)....  We remembered Peter the High King of Narnia, as he rode to battle, raising his sword and shouting "For Narnia.... and for Aslan!"  The kids and I raised our glasses of grape juice and sprite and we all toasted "To King Jesus!  and His Glory!"  (It's really sweet to see how Narnia has enlivened my vision for feasting to our King's glory.)  Much joy all around.


~ After dinner we put up sandals on our Jesse Tree... heading to Bethlehem now... and we talked again about who we are celebrating this Christmas.  God's gift to us: Jesus!  I t's His birthday not ours!  But it would be just like him to give gifts to us on his birthday. And just like God gave us His Son to be our Savior, a gift too great for words, a gift we have never deserved, we can give a few small gifts to each other to celebrate his goodness too.   A few presents, just a small piece of the party.  And the night should end in glad thanksgiving.


~ Gifts~  It does seem to fit, and it is just like our King, with all his lavishness, that we could receive gifts at his birthday.   Since we hold off buying much at all throughout the year, the gifts given now can be really needed/useful things and not just junk for cluttering.   We buy the kids each one nice gift and maybe a little thing too.  (The grandparents and family....  they're not so into the "few gifts" bit...  We just might have to space out these gifts a little bit...  but hopefully our kids are still catching the point that serving and worshipping Jesus is the peak joy in this celebration.)


~ Christmas morn we woke to the glad proclamation: "Joy to the World!"  Now the celebration has come.  It is as complete now as it will be till he comes again and there is such shaping anticipation in our hearts for that future celebration!  We had the most special breakfast we could muster- French Toast with Cranberries and Huang Di Gar (like oranges, but better) and we're spending time in worship, and joyful play and rest together now.  Really, when this is His day, what should it be about other than worshipping Him, serving others (whatever you do for the least of these you do for me), and celebrating Him, honoring Him together?  This year plans fell through for a few service ideas we had, but we'll carol His joy to some neighbors here and give them fruit baskets.  A day of worship and celebration and joy in Jesus more than I think I have been mindful of much before...  


~ Serving ~ We really want this day to be about us connecting with others.  It seems like it can be entirely unAmerican (and we can confuse this with being un-Christian) to think of spending Christmas day with anyone but family.  But really....  haven't we been called to give?  Isn't his grace towards us so lavish and full that we should be overflowing into the lives of those who need to know, need his love, need his care?  I hope that serving others will mark our family life together and especially, that it would mark our Christmas celebrations together.  


Many prayers have gone up for our family to know and deeply realize the cause of all this celebration.  Oh may this day rightly change us!  May we rightly honor Him!  What a gift we have received at Christmas that our Savior would come to us, for us.  Praise be!

Sunday Afternoon

 He almost caught it!

I love (a thousand times love...) family time.  Love being together for something new or fun or maybe something ordinary (the same book we've read 99 times already now).  An indescribable joy that's tied up in my joy is that our kids love "family time" too.... It hits them, most especially Marian, like the best news she can dream of when we tell them that it's family time to cuddle and read or head out to a park together.  (Isaiah is pretty glad for alone time to draw or play legos and John is super glad for cuddle time with Mama...  But each one of us enjoy time when it's just us, together, for something special.)    Oh I love this crew so much!  And too, such a joy, such grace that we've all been healthy this week.  Thank you Lord!

Astounding Grace

A magnificent poem for the Christmas season....     

Astounding grace, that God the Son 

should choose to leave his Father’s glory 

and refuse to clutch his dignity

exploit his right

make himself a no one in our sight

The word made flesh

the Son of God

the timeless God clothed in a mortal span

now born a baby in a cattle shed

transcendent God who suffered and bled

Astounding grace that Christ should suffer death 

and know first-hand

the grave’s cold clammy breath 

that he the Prince of Life, creation’s Lord

should take the curse which we could not afford

He died our death, buried all our sin

He tore the veil, we boldly enter in

He saw our bitter hates, our dreadful lust

He bore our guilt and then declared us just

Astounding grace that I who could not hear God’s warning judgements 

now should come to fear impending death 

the certainty of hell 

yet find in Christ my fears completely quelled

Once I was blind 

in shoreless wastes I drowned

but now I see the lost sheep has been found 

my guilts forgiven I gaze upon his face 

exalting Christ 

and His astounding grace

Amen.

D.A. Carson read this poem at the end of his excellent sermon “Sin and the Fall”   on Genesis 3.  I wish I had proper punctuation down for this poem but I just recorded it as I listened to his recorded sermon....  thank you for grammar grace.

little moments

Just can't let these sweet moments be forgotten...

Marian was practicing some reading at the table earlier this week and she came across the word "HE" which she's seen before, but today she stumbled over it.... Was it "he"  (rhymed with 'me' or rhymed with 'the')?  This simple question turned into a wild rumpus for a little donkey with an accent..... and she must have been part hyena too because she could not stop laughing at the he-heh bit for ten minutes or so.    Silly Goofy Queen this girl!

Matt made pizza for us this week (Uyghur flat bread for crust, homemade tomato sauce with the whole garden blended up so no one can protest and cheddar on top, but at least it was white cheddar).  After the first two were almost done, Matt wanted to put the next two pizzas on the table, but someone needed to take the last piece.  Marian gobbled it up and John promptly scolded her for it.   Finger pointed firmly across the table, "No take pizza all done!"  And then it happened again and Marian did it just to show her brother she could.  This time he erupted!  I could see his little caring-for-others heart breaking.  "Marian take pizza all gone Again!  No Marian!  No!"  I don't think I've ever seen him so angry at her before.  And I cannot help but laugh every time I think of it!

Rapunzel Baby is a crawler!  We could not delight any bit more in this little treasure girl.   And she is little.... our littlest to be sure.  We've never had a baby that wasn't chubby and although she's still got that little baby squishiness to her, she's just not a chunker, especially like her big brothers were.

Baseball....  Matt is dreaming of a bilingual baseball league here one day.... (maybe not too far off in the future!?)

A round of hide and seek...

And one last one...  I just can't forget this regular potty moment either:
As we flush together (our lever is pretty tough to press down),  John's sweet voice:   "Bye Bye poo-poo...  bye bye my poo-poo... bye bye two poo-poos."

upper bunk art gallery

I had a large pile of artwork that I was saving for January... when we finally get to organize/ decorate (just a bit!) the "school room."  I've put up several pictures he's drawn, but I've been excited to see much more Isaiah's art on the walls then.....  but really, why wait!?   Isaiah jumped in and pasted up a few of his favorites on the walls over his bed this week.  

I'm so glad he did....  I sure love this boy and I love his art!  This one on the left is the machine that Clint Lockwood (Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs guy, thanks Auntie Amy!) built that turns the weather (see the water being poured in the top?) into food (ie. the hamburger at the bottom.)  The green guy on the right is Wall-E, of course.