Monday, November 16, 2009

I SPY


I spy with my little eye ...


Sam and Lucy sporting their winter PE uniform for school!

Current temperature in Hong Kong:

11 degrees Celsius (57 degrees Fahrenheit)

BRRRRR!!!!!

Winter is the season in which people try to keep the house as warm as it was in the summer, when they complained about the heat.  
~Author Unknown

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Growing Gratitude

Our "Creating Fall" project is working.  The dead sticks we gathered are now bursting with colorful offerings of gratitude.  As we purposefully seek to find and document His blessings, we are more aware of His continual presence throughout our days.  As we seek to glorify Him in all things, we are discovering more joy in the journey.  We are capturing the obvious and hunting for the obscure.  With each offering of praise and thanksgiving, we are growing gratitude.



Here is a random sampling of our words of praise posted on fall leaves.

1.  worship music
2.  unconditional love
3.  God
4.  my family
5.  forgiveness
6.  the scriptures
7.  daddy's job
8.  the Bible
9.  Jesus
10.  answered prayers
11.  the american flag
12.  my parents
13.  new friends in hong kong
14.  my husband
15.  grandparents
16.  His abundant provisions
17.  grace
18.  rain
19.  cooling temperatures
20.  adoption
21.  sunshine
22.  creation
23.  flowers
24.  my teacher
25.  our house
26.  aunt amy
27.  the cross and Jesus
28.  siblings
29.  mama jane & papa
30.  an ocean view
31.  nana & paw paw
32.  blessings
33.  my bike
34.  island ecc church
35.  God's love
36.  our hong kong adventure
37.  His living word
38.  another blooming lily in the garden
39.  our material possessions
40.  my sister
41.   education
42.  a strong marriage
43.  our golf cart
44.  our expat assignment
45.  enough food and clothes
46.  airline tickets home for christmas
47.  aunts, uncles and cousins
48.  faith

For what will you offer thanks today?

Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.
1 Thessalonians 5:18

Monday, November 9, 2009

Creating Fall

I never anticipated lamenting autumn like I do while living in Hong Kong.  It is obvious that God is revealing my desire to see His faithfulness displayed in the burnt offering of fall's foliage.  I selfishly long for the comfort that comes with His rhythmic seasonal lessons.  His creation reinforces the truths that the cleansing of fall and the barrenness of winter, bring forth new life in the spring and glorious Sonshine in the summer.

In an attempt to create fall, we have gathered discarded sticks.  Upon these dead trimmings, we will tie fall leaves and offer notes of thanksgiving.  

We will grow gratitude.




God gave you a gift of 86,400 seconds today.  
Have you used one to say "thank you?"  
~William A. Ward

Thursday, November 5, 2009

A Must Share Email


Perception vs. Reality


At the Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007, the above photographed man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approximately 2,000 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes, a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule. 
 
4 minutes later:  The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.
   


6 minutes:   A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again. 
   
10 minutes:  A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly.
 
 
 
45 minutes:  The musician played continuously.  Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace.  The man collected a total of $32.
 

1 hour:  He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any  recognition.
 
 No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.
 
This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities


The questions raised: 


In a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty? 


Do we stop to appreciate it? 


Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?
  
One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:   If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made .... How many other things are we missing?
    


In what unexpected place and at what unexpected hour will you find beauty today? 

 


Wednesday, November 4, 2009

USS George Washington in the Hong Kong Harbor



The visit of the USS George Washington, considered the crown jewel of the US Pacific Fleet, is it's first to Hong Kong in it's 17 year history. The air craft carrier is in a Hong Kong harbor after a week long joint military exercise with South Korea. George Washington Sailors will participate in twelve different community service projects in Hong Kong designed to give something back to their host city during their visit.

What a sight to see our flag flying in the Hong Kong Harbor!


"From sea to shining sea"!
America The Beautiful
Written by Katharine Lee Bates

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Messing with Mother Nature


We woke up this morning to temperatures in the mid 60's in Hong Kong. I couldn't believe it! All I could think was that the locals didn't lie ... there really is an Autumn in Hong Kong.

I rejoiced.

Upon arrival at school, we found a rush at the uniform shop for long pants and fleece jackets. The parents were bundled up in their sweaters, jeans, scarves and boots for early morning drop off. Being the new gal in town, I was still in shorts (just like we all were wearing yesterday).

Upon returning home, I read the morning news (online) and learned that it was snowing in Beijing. The Beijing Weather Modification Office said they had "used artificial means to increase the snow to ease the lingering drought". Zhang Qiang, who is in charge of the office reported, "We have used a total of 186 doses of silver iodide since 8:00 p.m. on Saturday." Reportedly, the snow brought unexpected fun and joy to residents and tourists despite the traffic delays and flight cancellations.

Clearly, our drastic and unexpected drop in temperature today in Hong Kong was a result of the "weather modification" in Beijing yesterday. Tomorrow's forecast in Hong Kong is for a high of 80 degrees Fahrenheit.

I am no scientist, but messing with Mother Nature causes me concern. As Christians, we are called to care for what God has created. Can you hear the voice of the biblical prophet Ezekiel: "Is it not enough for you to drink the water? Must you also muddy the rest with your feet?"

A timely question might be: Is it not enough for you to enjoy what today will bring? Must you attempt to control even the weather?

The highest heavens belong to the LORD, but the earth He has given to man.
Psalm 115:16, NIV


Note: Photo and quotes from the news report copied from www.chinaview.cn


Sunday, November 1, 2009

My Mothers Hands



They have held me
And rocked me.

They have dressed me
And bathed me.

My Mothers Hands.

They have comforted me
And tickled me.

They have hugged me
And bandaged me.

My Mothers Hands.

They have cleaned up after me
And created home for me.

They have penned letters to me
And worked tirelessly to support me.

My Mothers Hands.

They have instructed me
And hugged me.

They have cooked for me
And corrected me.

My Mothers Hands.

They have pick up me
And brushed the dust off me.

They have stopped me
And pointed the right direction for me.

My Mothers Hands.

They have sewn for me
And guided me.

They have folded in prayer for me
And applauded me.

My Mothers Hands.

They have held tight to me
And they have released me.

There are no others
More lovely, more familiar.

My Mothers Hands.



In the mail last week arrived the most precious gift penned in my mothers handwriting; a notebook full of my family's heirloom Thanksgiving recipes.  Since my late teen years, I have assumed the role of apprentice in the kitchen on Thanksgiving watching and assisting my Mother masterfully recreate my Great Granny's memory committed recipes.  

A pinch of this.  

A dash of that.  

I have studied the art of my Mother's holiday culinary skills because the smells, the tastes, and the family dishes represent more than just my favorite meal of the year.  Her savory workmanship represents a Mother's offering:  her devotion to family, her desire to leave a legacy, her honoring of tradition, her love of fellowship, and her commitment to the discipline of gratitude as we gather to thank the Giver of a harvest of blessings bestowed.  

As only my Mother would know, I am struggling to even imagine creating her Thanksgiving feast without her presence and supervision.  

A pinch of this.

A dash of that.

Perhaps at forty years old, my Mom is passing the baton to me and charging me with the privilege of paving the inheritance road for my own daughter this Thanksgiving. 

And now, even though we will be on opposing sides of the globe this cherished holiday, I will have the gift of my Mother's words, my Mother's advice, my Mother's recipes to guide my way as I attempt to recreate our family's heirloom dishes from my new Thanksgiving cookbook written by

My Mothers Hands.


Table of Contents

Appetizers
Spinach Dip
Sausage Balls
Queso Dip

The Main Thing
Great Granny's Cornbread Dressing
Giblet Gravy
About the Turkey
About the Ham

Vegetables & Side Dishes
Great Granny's Sweet Potato Casserole
Mom's Asparagus Casserole
Mom's Corn Pudding
Green Beans
Cole Slaw
Deviled Eggs
Mom's Fruit Salad

Desserts
Great Granny's Buttermilk Pie
Great Granny's Chocolate Pie
Great Granny's Carrot Cake w/ Cream Cheese Icing
Great Granny's Chocolate Sheet Cake
Granny Ross' Sweet Potato Pie
Mom's Pumpkin Pie
Mom's Key Lime Pie
Mom's Pecan Pie
Mom's Coconut Cake


To speak gratitude is courteous and pleasant, 
to enact gratitude is generous and noble, 
but to live gratitude is to touch Heaven.
Johannes A Gaertner