A week of pounding the pavement, seeking the right housing, and reaching an impasse, has culminated in finding-- as of this Friday the thirteenth-- a place that we trust is in God's will for us, in "Asian City". It is amazingly full of built-ins, which is a big plus in a land where built-in closets of any kind are considered superfluous.
Yesterday was the hottest February twelfth in 45 years, well into the eighties. And firecrackers were still popping, though I expected them to finish after the huge barrage for Lantern Festival, the night when the moon was at its roundest in 60 years. Christian went alone (Annelisa being laid up with fever) to see the Lantern Parade in which nearly all the lanterns were cows. Since this is called the year of the cow, the greeting is written "Happy Niu Year" (Nui = cow)
Have you heard about the brand new two-billion-dollar tower in Beijing that burned? It has been kept quite quiet, at first "firecrackers" being blamed. CCTV's tower was designed by a brother here, and he was telling about it at the men's Bible study Wednesday. We were just now looking at a picture online of it burning.
I am praying for the precious little octuplets, born into such an unbelievable situation, and realizing that God does have a hand in their lives, which emphasize so strongly the fact that His ways are past finding out. With all the worthy women longing for a child and waiting long years, who would have thought that an unprecedented number of babies would be given to a misguided woman who would not appear to need any! No, I am not among the irate majority, but trust that the God who made the "ba bao tai" live, has not ended His miracles there. He who sees the little sparrow fall, surely loves and cares for each of us more than we dream.
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