Our Tianjin Apartment

Some of you may be wondering…where do you live? What does your apartment
look like. Here you go. We live in an apartment building with nine floors. Our
unit is on the 8th floor. We are so blessed to have an elevator to take us up
the 8 flights of stairs. Most in our community live in 6-story apartments which
do not have elevators.

When you get off the elevator our door is just to the right. We have a metal
security door in front of our main entry door. There are multiple locks on each
one. During the day when I’m home I leave the metal door opened and lock the
main entry door.

As you walk in there’s a small entry area. This is where we take our shoes
off. [ We never removed our shoes like this in America, but it’s unbelievable
the kinds of waste you see on the sidewalks here, leaving your shoes quite
unsanitary.] As you walk to the right you enter the kitchen.

There’s a door going into the kitchen, that can remain closed if it’s too hot
or cold. We do not have an AC or heat vent in the kitchen. So far it’s been
fine, we open windows if it’s too hot, but I’m not sure what we’re in for this
winter…it might be very chilly and I might be doing a lot of baking. The
kitchen is a rectangular galley shape. On the right is a counter top with
kitchen sink, and a two-burner cooktop with cabinets above and below. In this
picture below you can see a silver mixing bowl on the left, that is sitting on
the cooktop. Behind where I’m standing is the kitchen sink (don’t be fooled by
the looks of lots of counter space, they use cabinet door fronts to hide pipes,
for example, just above the kitchen sink, those areas do not have storage space
in them, they’re just hiding the water pipes). Just behind Rachel is the
doorway to enter the kitchen. To the right is our refrigerator, which has three
doors; one for the freezer, on bottom, one in the middle, which opens up to two
produce drawers, and one door on top for other refrigerator items. The lady in
the picture is our Chinese helper, She has been a huge help to me with learning
how to shop, cook and manage a household here in China.

Here’s a view from the opposite direction, coming in through the kitchen
door. On the left hand side of the kitchen Sean put up a free-standing
counter-height table, with two shelves below. He also installed a shelving unit
above that matches. We purchased these from IKEA. These two items gave me a lot
of much needed additional counter space. You can see the coffee thermos on
the top shelf, and below that the microwave, and below that the stove. Most
Chinese do not have or use ovens, but thankfully, our agency provides one for
us. So as a bonus, we have a two burner cooktop on the right hand counter
(mentioned above), plus the four burners on the stovetop. I’m currently not
using the stove burners, there is a glass “lid” that covers them for more
counter top area, currently holding our coffee maker. I mainly cook on the
two-burner built-in cooktop.

Along the back wall of the kitchen there are windows. They begin about
chest-high and go up to the ceiling (I think we have 9 or 10 ft ceilings). Sean
installed a second IKEA counter/table there that seats two which is great for
morning coffee. (See Rachel and me sitting at the table). A small nook extends
to the right of the “coffee table” where we have our stackable washer and dryer
and some more cabinets (like a pantry). However, it’s pretty tight, you can’t
have the washer door open and walk by to the pantry.

As you walk in the front door and go left you would enter the main room. We
have a little sitting area where we put the small settee brought from home.
(pictured below)

Off of that main room on the left, there are three bedrooms. One for
Michael, one is a “hangout/tv” room, and one is our bedroom. To the back right
of the main room is the fourth bedroom, which is where all the girls sleep in
two sets of bunkbeds. Their room has a built-in desk along the far wall
(parallel to the back kitchen wall) that has windows all along. On the wall
between our bedroom and the girl’s room there is a small bathroom. Sean and I
also have a small bathroom in the our bedroom, which had a small portable
bathtub in it. But Sean decided to move the tub into the kid’s bathroom. It
was pretty interesting to see. Now the kid’s bathroom door doesn’t quite open
all the way, but that’s okay.

In the main room we have our kitchen table brought from home along with our
“tiffany” chandelier that came from our Old Dominion house (above the booth) and
on to Kansas and now to China. It definitely keeps memories of home fresh when
we sit together for meals.

There is a jut-out from the main room which is the “living room” area. We
purchased a sofa here in Tianjin and area rug for that space. We also decorated
that area with a few floor lamps and wall hangings from home, which gives a
familiar feel. At the end of that room is what the Chinese call a pin tai
(Chinese for porch). Most of our friends have doors that open up to these
porches, but ours does not. This is where we hang our clothes on drying rods,
mounted from the ceiling.

Sean carved a small storage area out of Michael’s bedroom by using wardrobes
as a partition or fake wall. This decreased Michael’s bedroom size by about a
third, but it really helped to have a place to put our suitcases, plastic bins,
and miscellaneous items. The standard Chinese bedroom does not have clothes
closets and there is no such thing as a self-storage facility in our area. (The
Chinese people do not buy so many things as Americans, thus no need to store it
away. We hope to follow their good example here!)

Hope this little blog and pictures give you a little idea of our living
quarters here.

Gathering the Manna

Today I read in Exodus where God provided manna from heaven with the
command: “gather of it every man as much as he should eat; you shall take an
omer apiece ” Then it says, “some gathered much and some little. When they
measured it with an omer, he who had gathered much had no excess, and he who had
gathered little had no lack”

Here is my take away:

  1. God provides — should not forget that it is God who sends the manna even
    while we sleep.
  2. Sometimes we gather much, and sometimes too little; but in the story that
    didn’t matter — God provided exactly what was needed for the day. Even in
    uncertain times [of global financial crisis]… even living in China, I can
    trust Him: He will provide what we need for the day.

No More Ponytails

On Sunday afternoon Megan fell asleep in her stroller on our way home from
lunch. When we arrived at home, I took off her shoes and put her to bed.
Usually she rolls right over and goes back to sleep. A little while later, she
got up and wandered into our room. Daddy put her back to bed and we thought she
went on to sleep. Actually, she had found a pair of scissors left lying on the
counter by one of her sisters and brought them to her bed. Later on I heard
her talking in her bed, but thought she would soon drift off back to sleep. I
ran out with one of Jessie’s friends and her mom, to a local market. Soon after
I received a call from home saying that Megan had been lying in her bed, not
sleeping, but cutting her own hair. Many moms throughout the years have
stories of kids doing the same thing. I know it will grow back, but it still
makes me sad when I look at her now, and see her somewhat “shaved” bangs.
Here’s a couple of pictures from Friday aftenoon at the school playground.

Now here she is with her new hairdo…

China National Holiday – Beijing

October 1st is China’s National Holiday, like July 4th for us. But the
Chinese don’t just celebrate the one day, they often take the entire week. We
planned a one night trip to Beijing at the end of that week, Oct. 3 – 4, hoping
to visit the Forbidden City and Tian’anmen Square, with the kids, and do some
shopping. A new fast train just opened up on August 1st, which is a direct
ride from Tianjin to Beijing in 28 minutes. So our day started at 8:30 am, when
we left our apartment complex by taxi for the Tianjin train station. After
arriving and getting to the platform, we boarded our train which left at 9:30
am.

We traveled with our friends, the Bevis’, who also have a son Michael’s age.
Part of the reason for the trip was to celebrate the boys’ 16th birthdays, which
are five days apart. We arrived Beijing, then had to take a bus to the nearest
subway station (2 stops away). This part of the commute was a little
frustrating, many here say it would be nice to have the subway connect directly
to the train station. Anyway, we arrived at the subway after a crowded ride on
the bus, and then took it to the Tian’anmen Square stop. By this time we were
all getting a little hungry and were a little tired out from all the
transferring of transportation types. When we came up from underground we
entered into swarms of people. It seems that our hopes of a nice day of
sight-seeing were going to be shared with the thousands of people still in
Beijing for their National Holiday. We squished our way through the crowds,
trying to stay together, to get to Tian’anmen Square.

However each time we stopped to try to take pictures, we were quickly
surrounded by Chinese who wanted to take pictures of Megan and all of the kids.
It was difficult to even begin a conversation as to what to do next. Here’s a
few snapshots of the Great Hall, Olympic Mascots and Tian’anmen Tower, amidst
lots of people.

So we made a decision to make alternate plans and save the Forbidden City for
another trip. We decide to take the kids to the famous Pearl Market, where they
could barter and buy stuff. We had told them about this place after we were
taken their last fall, and they really wanted to see it. First we had to get
out of the crowds and find taxis. The roads were barricaded off for a couple of
blocks surrounding the Forbidden City and Tian’anman Square, so we did a fare
amount of walking before we could even locate taxis. Soon we were on our way.
Cell phones come in handy at this point, since we have to ride in two taxis
(they only allow 4 people per taxi). We had lunch at a little bakery then
headed to the market. Megan fell asleep during the shopping trip.

That night we planned for dinner at a special restaurant which Sean and I had
visited last fall with friends. Then we spent the night at a Chinese hostel.
Now some of you may be thinking…hostel!! What kind of accomadations will that
be? It actually is very basic, but really nice. The girls stayed in one room,
and the guys in another. We had three sets of bunkbeds, which had comfy
mattresses and even feather pillows! Since all we were going to do was sleep,
it made sense to stay at a hostel and save the expense of three hotel rooms
(two, which our large family requires plus one for the Bevis family).

The next morning daddy treated the kids to Starbucks and later we ate lunch
at Peter’s Tex-Mex restaurant which our friends told us about. The food was
yummy, enchiladas, queso dip, hamburgers, fajitas. We got a taste of home. So
for those of you interested…you can get Mexican food in China!

We did a little more shopping on Saturday, then made our way back to the
train station to get tickets for home. However, when we arrived at 6:30 pm, at
the ticket kiosk we discovered that the only train with tickets left for that
night wasn’t due to leave until 11 pm! So we spent the next four hours sitting
in the train station. The kids did really well. We ate at McDonald’s, played
cards, (they even got creative and played the familiar Spoons card game with
staws from McDonald’s) and they played hide and go seek. Megan found friends
where ever she went.

Finally on our way home…

But when we arrived at the Tianjin train station at 11:30 pm, it was pouring
down rain and no taxis were to be found! Life in China!! I’ll save that story
for another day.

Airport Driver – Jiang Shifu

I’ve had my first experience picking up visitors at the Tianjin International
Airport. I am happy to say that they were both very pleasant experiences. We
had two separate visitors come within a week of one another. One from Atlanta,
the other from Kansas. The first adventure happened on Sept. 18th. I had my
paper with the address to the airport written in Chinese characters, my purse
with money, snack bag for Megan, and new cell phone (just in case I needed a
translator). We hailed a taxi and were on our way. It’s about a 40 minute ride
from our apartment to the airport. A friend here had called one of her favorite
taxi drivers for me to use, but we had a mix up in communications and I didn’t
want to be late, so I got my own. After we had been on the road about 15
minutes I tried to call my friend, just to verify that I was doing everything
right, but got a message saying “dui bu qi” which means “I’m sorry” and more
Chinese speaking…in the end I found out my cell phone was out of minutes!
Now I got a little nervous, because I couldn’t communicate with the taxi
driver. So we drove on, and I just had to trust that he was indeed taking me to
the airport. We arrived about 20 minutes later and then he began pulling into
the parking lot. I realized that he was planning to park, and wait for me then
take us back home. So I hesitated a little, just because I wasn’t sure how much
money I was going to rack up on the taxi meter, while waiting for our friend’s
arrival. But what could I do? So he parked in the lot and then motioned that
he would walk in with me. Although I had never met the man, I felt somehow safe
knowing that he was with me. He directed me to the correct arrival location and
we waited. Soon our friend from Atlanta came and we made our way back to the
taxi and home. I will say that although I was a little nervous traveling alone
with Megan, across the city to the airport, in the end it was a big confidence
builder for me. We made it without any problems. So the next Wednesday when I
went to pick up our friend coming in from Kansas, I was very at ease about the
trip. This time I did get the favorite taxi driver of my friend, so that made
it even easier. Here’s a picture of Megan with him while were were waiting.

Airport Driver

I’ve had my first experience picking up visitors at the Tianjin International
Airport. I am happy to say that they were both very pleasant experiences. We
had two separate visitors come within a week of one another. One from Atlanta,
the other from Kansas. The first adventure happened on Sept. 18th. I had my
paper with the address to the airport written in Chinese characters, my purse
with money, snack bag for Megan, and new cell phone (just in case I needed a
translator). We hailed a taxi and were on our way. It’s about a 40 minute ride
from our apartment to the airport. A friend here had called one of her favorite
taxi drivers for me to use, but we had a mix up in communications and I didn’t
want to be late, so I got my own. After we had been on the road about 15
minutes I tried to call my friend, just to verify that I was doing everything
right, but got a message saying “dui bu qi” which means “I’m sorry” and more
Chinese speaking…in the end I found out my cell phone was out of minutes!
Now I got a little nervous, because I couldn’t communicate with the taxi
driver. So we drove on, and I just had to trust that he was indeed taking me to
the airport. We arrived about 20 minutes later and then he began pulling into
the parking lot. I realized that he was planning to park, and wait for me then
take us back home. So I hesitated a little, just because I wasn’t sure how much
money I was going to rack up on the taxi meter, while waiting for our friend’s
arrival. But what could I do? So he parked in the lot and then motioned that
he would walk in with me. Although I had never met the man, I felt somehow safe
knowing that he was with me. He directed me to the correct arrival location and
we waited. Soon our friend from Atlanta came and we made our way back to the
taxi and home. I will say that although I was a little nervous traveling alone
with Megan, across the city to the airport, in the end it was a big confidence
builder for me. We made it without any problems. So the next Wednesday when I
went to pick up our friend coming in from Kansas, I was very at ease about the
trip. This time I did get the favorite taxi driver of my friend, so that made
it even easier. Here’s a picture of Megan with him while were were waiting.

The Lost Wallet

Maddie, Michael, and I went to the appliance store to meet Sean, who was
buying our new washer and dryer. After that purchase, we went upstairs to
E-Mart (it’s sort of a shopping mall area) to buy some more household goods and
groceries. There are so many decisions to make as you are thinking about
stocking a new home, and all the products labels are written in Chinese. We
were looking for a cutting board, a wok, a coffee thermos, and food storage
containers; just to name a few items… I began to get a little unnervy, as the
Chinese shopping music played on the store’s speakers. We finally made our
purchases and left. We stopped to eat lunch at Paris Baguette, a bakery that
sells breads, doughnuts, sandwiches, cakes and more. I was feeling a little
more relaxed. Next came the taxi ride home. We have to take two taxis, since
only 4 are allowed in one taxi. Sometimes we squeeze all the kids in the back,
if it’s just me and the kids going out alone. So Michael, Maddie and I got in
one taxi with some of our purchases (loaded in the trunk), and Sean and the
others took another taxi. We arrived at the gate to our complex, and I paid
the taxi driver, while Michael and Maddie got the things out of the trunk. The
driver handed me the change and I got out and began to walk towards our
building. I was still holding the change in my hand and something distracted
me. As I regained focus, I began to open my purse to put my change in my
wallet. I discovered that my wallet was not there! I began to panic a little.
I yelled out to Michael, “I think I left my wallet in the seat of the taxi!”
Michael began running back to the spot we got out, but the taxi was long gone.
I tried to stay calm, but realizing my wallet had my driver’s license, credit
cards, etc. I was pretty upset. Just then we were approached by the wife of
another member of our team. I told her what happened and she said, “Let’s
pray.” After a short prayer, we told the guards at the gate my phone number and
asked to give a call if the taxi driver returned. They looked pretty
bewildered, to think that someone would return a lost wallet. All of the
sudden I looked over at Maddie, who was holding a small plastic storage bin that
we purchased at E-Mart. There in the bottom of the bin I saw my wallet!! I
almost began to cry, I was so thankful to the Lord. I believe that He, Himself
placed it there. No other explanation can be given! The plastic bin was in the
trunk of the car, while I was getting my money out of my wallet to pay the taxi
driver! Praise be to Him who watches over His children. It reminds me of the
words to a favorite Psalm:

Psalm 121

I lift up my eyes to the hills —

where does my help come from?

My help comes from the LORD,

the Maker of heaven and earth.

He will not let your foot slip —

He who watches over you will not slumber;

indeed, He who watches over Israel

will neither slumber nor sleep.

The LORD watches over you —

the LORD is your shade at your right hand;

the sun will not harm you by day,

nor the moon by night.

The LORD will keep you from all harm —

He will watch over your life;

the LORD will watch over your coming and going

both now and forever more.

He answered me.

“I sought the Lord and He answered me; He delivered me from all my fears.”
Psalms 34:4

The Lord answered me: we got notice today that the Board approved our
appointment to teach in China!

“I sought the Lord and He answered
me…” Who am I that He would answer? But He always
answers; it may take months, but there will always be an answer.

And whatever the answer, whether I like the answer or not — how good is He
that “He delivers me from all my fears.” I did have fears.

I was afraid that I would have to go back to my former career field.

I was afraid that I was not good enough to serve the Lord in missions.

I was afraid that this was just a foolish, unrealistic, crazy dream.

The Board had so many reasons to reject our application — I knew acceptance
would only come by the Hand of the Lord.

He answered me.

Taco Dinner

Last night we invited our English class over for a Mexican dinner. If you
can believe it, they have never eaten tacos before! I had flour tortillas,
salsa, ground beef, and all the fixings (thanks again to Ross and Tracy for the
cheddar cheese!) It was fun watching them assemble their tacos and sample the
cheese, also something they’d not tasted. We enjoyed getting to know them
better and learning more about their lives. Sandy is from southern China and
enjoys seafood, Wayne and Wendy are from Inner Mongolia, and Jessi is from a
neighboring province to ours. It’s amazing to me when I think about how the
cities attract people from all across China. It’s a neat opportunity for us to
learn about other parts of China while enjoying a meal around our dining room
table. Each will travel to their respective home towns the week of January 20th
for the Chinese New Year Holiday, called Chun Jie.