Thursday, November 13, 2014

Last Sunday

*Yes, we are back to blogging. I will post another one with updates soon.*
We were very privileged to spend the last ten days in Northern and Southern California. We had some great meetings, and for our last service we were invited to speak/share with the people of the Los Angeles Deaf Church. Its is always a privilege for us to share with a deaf community in America, and this was no exception.
We have discovered that the deaf in America have a heart for deaf people around the world. The struggled they face seem, to transcend country boundaries and cultural lines and they are left with the simple fact that they are the same.
The idea that sign languages are different, is a fascinating idea for them, and they love to watch Renee sign in Chinese Sign Language.

We are privileged to be a able to reach this awesome group of people, and to share with them the awesome news of a loving Father and creator. We are hoping that more doors open in America, so we can continue to help the deaf reach the deaf. 

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Sum is greater than the Parts

On sunday, we had a great time with an incredible Community leader, and his community. They were attentive, listened, and responded in an incredibly generous way, far beyond what we expected.

But as we were leaving, the Community leader said something to us. He said that we are the only M family he knows, in which the sum is greater than the parts.

In my mind, that was the greatest compliment he could have given us. Because that is an answer to our prayers, proof that this life we live is not a "Josh" or a "Josh and Renee" one, but that of the whole family.

In 2004, I was preparing to go to China as a single man. While that was not my desire, I had no choice; China is where I belonged. There was another man from my state in the same position as I was, and as we would travel together we would often pray for our wives and the people Father would bring into our life. I do not know exactly what he prayed, but my own prayer was a simple one.
"Father, I need a partner. I need someone who loves China as much as I do, someone whose dreams and callings can work with mine."

I knew that to find such a woman, she would have to already be there, living the life she was called to.

As I got on the plane to head to language school, my Mom told me that the next time she would see me, I would be with my wife. My Mom knew where my partner was, and that is what actually happened!

Renee and I fell in love quickly, and we began to see how we helped each other, and how our dreams were compatible, and how we could fall in step together. Separate dreams, coming together to form a bigger one.

Then it was time to have kids. As we began the adoption process, we prayed for them. Not for a boy or girl, not for one or two. But that they would be the right kids, the ones that would share our passions, and carry that on to people we could not reach.

They have that. A family of one, became a family of two, which became a family of four, and finally a family of five. All sharing a desire to reach a group that is desperately searching.

We have become a family of five. With different strengths and weaknesses. Yet all sharing a common dream. We may accomplish it a different way, and not always agree on how it should be done. But we truly are a family thats sum is greater than its parts. And the most beautiful thing is that the Master knew all about it and had it all worked out long before a 9 year old boy received his own, individual calling. 

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Josh's Story

Sometimes people in our position spend so much time talking about the now--what we are doing now, the opportunities that exist now. We focus on that, but do not spend much time on the journey that got us to the now.

This is my story...

I was one of those babies who were born very late. I was more than a month overdue, and my Mom was ready for me to be born. To this day we are convinced it was because I needed the strength to face what was coming, but at the time she was ready for me to come.

When I was born, no one knew that there was a serious life-threatening condition in my little body. It took the doctors over 24 hours to realize that there was a problem, to transfer me to a nearby Air Force base, and then rush me into surgery. Sadly, there were many complications and I was taken by ambulance to the Children's Hospital in San Francisco, where the Doctors had to fix the mistakes that were made by some of the doctors at the other hospitals I had been in.

At this point, the doctors told my parents that there was a large chance that I would not make it, and that if I made it through the first year, it would be a miracle. I was in the hospital over 17 times that first year, but I made it and we saw a miracle.

The years progressed with many other small medical issues. It seems like I was always sick or at the doctors. There were always things going wrong, and I was in and out of the hospital many times. Yet, my parents held strong to the knowledge that the fact I was here was a miracle. They held fast to the idea that I was here for a reason.

When I was 10, we discovered that reason. One night I was at my home community, listening to people who has committed themselves to service overseas. Father made it clear to me that He wanted me to take that route also, and suddenly my life had meaning and a purpose.

When I was 13, I broke my femur at my birthday party, and spent over a month in traction, followed by 2 months in a body cast. Many other problems came out of that, but our Heavenly Father brought me through each one.

When I was 18, my parents made me go to the audiologist, as they suspected that something was wrong. Out of that came a diagnosis that we did not expect--one that we were told would leave me deaf within a few years. A serious brain surgery, and a long stay at a hospital in Los Angeles , and 2 spinal surgeries the next year, were the result.  The life that I knew was changed forever.

But in between those surgeries, I was able to go to China for the first time. Literally, as soon as the plane landed, before I even touched the soil, I knew what my purpose in life was. The reason Father spared my life became glaringly obvious.

When it came time to prepare to fulfill that desire that was birthed at age 10, the doctors told me "No." The Doctor would not give me approval, as someone like me would not be successful and able to handle life overseas. Thankfully, some wise people decided not to listen to that and took a chance on me. Another miracle.

In the land I love, I was able to find my life partner, a woman who experienced the same desire for China. We have been able to build an amazing family, and an awesome life--a life far better than I deserve.

It is easy to focus on the bad things, the trials that Father takes us through. But the exciting thing is that there is a reason. While I would not choose to have these difficulties, they have made me who I am. They have shaped my worldview, and allowed me to touch a group of people that I could not otherwise reach. Our Father is a worker of miracles, and He is good all the time. 

Friday, February 28, 2014

Alyia, our Father and I

Last night on our way home, we were in our usual spots in the car. I was driving, Renee was in the front, and our daughter was in her car seat.  A few minutes into our drive home, we had this conversation:

Alyia "Daddy"
Me: "What princess?"
Alyia: "Daddy"
Me: " What Alyia?"
Alyia: "DADDY"
Me: "Tell Mommy. I can't turn around when I am driving."
Alyia: "DADDY"

We get to a stop light, I turn around, and with a little more frustration than I should, I ask her what she was yelling about and ask why she couldn't tell Mommy.

Her response, "I love you."

She goes on to explain that she wants me to look at her when she talks to me because she wants to make sure I hear it. She is not even 3 years old, but she already knows that Daddy needs help hearing her, especially when it's dark.

Tears came to my eyes, because it hurts that she has to know that. I wish more than anything that she could talk to me like she does her Mommy, or brothers.

But she still loves me, so much that she is willing to wait for me to tell me that. She wants to see me face to face.

I think there is a lesson there. Our Heavenly Father is the same way. He wants to see us face to face; He is not satisfied with a passing conversation where our attention is not on Him.

Yet He loves us, more than my daughter loves me, more than I love her (though it's hard to imagine that's even possible), and He is willing to wait till we turn to Him so that He can tell us face to face..."I love you."

Sunday, February 16, 2014

好, Woman + Child = Good


Generally, it's the first word you learn of any new language.  

In Chinese, we say "你好".  

Quite literally it means, "You good".

I learned it so long ago, that it's become mindless to say.  I don't think about the meaning any more than I think about what it means to say, "Hi," to the checker at the grocery store.  Yesterday though,  was reminded of the most basic meaning of that second character meaning "good".  

It's the combination of two characters:
女, meaning woman
子, meaning child

Did you catch that?
女 +子 = 好
Woman + child = good

Now this could be an argument for single mother parenthood...
or for the uselessness of men (come on, you know you laughed at that)... could be an argument about how children are a blessing from the Lord.

My children have brought so much goodness into my life! 
Here's just a little, and I do mean little, peek.  

This guy right here...he's taught me how to laugh, and I mean the kind of laughter that makes your gut sore for days.

And this guy...he's showed me what untainted joy looks like.  It's the kind that doesn't look at circumstances but finds beauty in the little things.

And my princess...she's taught me how the sweetness of cuddles, a good hug, or kisses on the nose make the world a little brighter.

My life has truly been enriched because of the blessing of my children.
Oh, how I love them so!