It's been weeks since my last entry. We have been in KC for 3 months now--we actually arrived 3 months ago today. Part of me feels like I just arrived yesterday and yet I also feel like we have been here forever. There still are times when I miss CoMo deeply and I ache for our friends and all that is familiar. I'm also beginning to enjoy the city. When asked if I'm starting to like it here, I simply say, "I'm surprised to say that this is actually a beautiful city and I'm really starting to enjoy living here." It's also helped to have many friends who have come to visit! It's great to have our apartment full of friends . . . cooking, laughing, making cups of tea, chatting, sharing life . . . these are the things I love.
Zach has started school. It's been an emotional transition for him and for me (probably more difficult for me). It takes time to adjust and make new friends . . . we are learning patience together. This week while we were working on his homework he informed me that he didn't need to learn how to read a map. He will just buy a GPS! All I could do was laugh! How does he even know what that is! :-) He is so smart and clever!
Lia is continuing to try and solve the mysteries of the human anatomy. Her latest statement, "I just ate my (insert food item that she's enjoying) and it's in my digestive system." Tonight Lia kept asking me to tell her stories about when she was born in China. She said, "tell me the story of when I was just like baby Moses in a basket." We've been telling Lia her story since she was first placed in our arms. She will occasionally tell us her story by piecing together various parts that she remembers. One night we were reading stories from her Bible and we happened to read the story about Moses. I wont tell the entire story but this is what happened to Moses when he was born. Moses was born during a very turbulent time. In order to save his life his mother placed him in a basket and sent him down the river in hopes that his life would be spared from the soldiers who were taking the lives of all the first born sons of Israel. Moses was found by Pharaohs wife and raised as part of Pharaohs family. Lia's story is somewhat similiar. For very different reasons and reasons we are not certain of, she was wrapped in a blanket when she was four days old and placed in a bamboo basket with a note and bag of rice. She was then brought to a safe place, where a woman found her and brought her to the orphanage until we came to bring her home. Just like baby Moses . . .
Todd is doing well. Enjoying his job. Still finalizing his thesis. Still my wonderful darlin! We finally were able to celebrate our 16th wedding anniversary (our anniversary was the weekend we moved). It's so amazing to think that we are approaching our 20 year mark--how great is that!
I read these words from a puritan prayer book tonight . . .
I wish not so much to do as to be, and I long to be like Jesus; if Thou dost make me right I shall be right; Lord, I belong to Thee, make me worthy of Thyself.
Peace.
