Friday, April 27, 2012

Drama

Some of you know that our lives were filled with more drama than normal last week. On Monday we realized that there were problems with our living in the village that needed to be resolved right away. Many phone calls were made. Charly took a trip to the county seat. There were ups and downs, but overall it looked like we could get the needed documents without having to travel back to Lanzhou (a 5 ½ hour trip).

Until Thursday. Then it became clear that our situation had become more complicated. Two officials came at that day to tell us that we had until to get it resolved or else we needed to travel back to Lanzhou the next day. All further communication made our situation seem impossible to be resolved before .

So we started cleaning the house. Packing our stuff. Saying goodbyes. Discouraged with not knowing when or even if we would be able to come back to the village. At Charly started writing a text note to the official who gave us the deadline, explaining that our situation was still not resolved. So we would plan to leave the next morning on a bus back to Lanzhou. But before he finished writing the note, he received a text from someone at the county seat who said that if we could get three chops on a document explaining the purpose of Charly’s research, we could apply for temporary resident permits. Fifteen minutes to spare.

There was a way for us to stay.

The next morning Charly traveled back to the county seat and got the three different chops at three different bureaus in just two hours! No other explanation than God’s provision and granting of favor.


Then he took the document to the office in a different town to apply for our temporary resident permits. He was told they would be processed Monday or Tuesday of this week. On Wednesday the main official called Charly to say that he was out of town and would take care of it when he got back to the office on Thursday or Friday. We are still waiting and trusting. God is in control of our situation.

This story reminded me of another story of drama that Charly and I experienced at the end of December on our way back to Lanzhou. We had gone by ourselves to Beijing on a three day trip to renew our fingerprints at the American Embassy to update our adoption paperwork. Our kids were on their own for their first extended time at home. After we finished our fingerprints appointment at the Embassy, we had plenty of time before our train left from the Beijing West station. So we decided to splurge on a leisurely lunch at a nearby Italian restaurant. As we were waiting for our dessert, we became aware of the time and acknowledged that we might be pushing it a little. We were close to a subway stop, but made the choice for a taxi, thinking it would be the faster option. We had exactly one hour before our train left.

We asked the taxi driver as we climbed into the back seat how long it would take to get to the train station. He said it should take 40 minutes. Charly let out a relieved sigh and said, “Oh, then it should be no problem.” We settled back into the seat, comfortable with our 20 minute cushion. But it was not to be.

As Charly was talking with our kids on the cell phone, the driver looked at us apologetically in the rearview mirror and said, “There’s a problem. I won’t be able to get you there on time. There is too much traffic backed up on the road ahead. Your only hope is to take the subway.” So Charly quickly ended the call by alerting the kids that we might not be home the next morning. The driver pulled over at the next intersection, which was a subway stop, and said we had better hurry. We handed him the money. The door flew open and we were on the run.

We rode about four stops, had to change subway lines, and then travel for another ten stops. The minutes were ticking. But there was no way we could make the subway go any faster. Charly looked at me when we had about twenty minutes left and said, “There’s no way we can make it.” I looked back at him and said, “I think we can. Maybe the train will be late.”

We dashed off the subway, flew up the stairs, asked someone for directions, and ran as fast as we could (which unfortunately wasn't that fast!) toward the train station. As we headed through the first intersection, I happened to look to the left. The building looked familiar. “Wait!” I yelled to Charly. “Isn’t that the train station?” It was. We made a 90 degree turn and thought the long block between us and the train station looked especially long.

Still on the move, we tried to flag down a taxi. But no one was stopping for us. Finally a taxi pulled over to let someone else out and we jumped in the back seat. Out of breath, we explained that our train was leaving in 10 minutes. He drove us a couple of minutes toward the station and said that was as close as he could get us. As we paid him, he advised us next time not to cut it so close. Thanks. We slipped out of his taxi with our bags and sprinted up the steps to the passenger crossing over the road.

As we were approaching the train station, I decided to take a risk. I have noticed that baggage scanners don’t seem to be that important at most train stations. No one really seems to pay much attention to the X ray machine. I knew that taking off my backpack and waiting in line for my two bags would slow me down. And we had no time to spare. So I ran right through security, yelling, “来不及!” My own translation of this great Chinese phrase is “not going to make it, no time!” No one stopped me.

Charly was confused when he came through security and waited for me, thinking I was still just behind him. Then he looked around and saw that I was actually ahead of him. He quickly caught up with me and we found our gate. Normally the check-in gate closes five minutes before the train leaves. We had less than five minutes, but thankfully someone was still there checking tickets. We were so close now. The finish line was in sight.

Down the stairs and along the train to find our car, we leapt on to the train just moments before it pulled out of the station. Then we collapsed onto the bottom bunk of our compartment, unloaded our bags, and peeled off layers of clothes that were drenched in sweat (to the great amusement of the Chinese grandma on the bottom bunk across from us). Once we could breathe again, we called our kids to tell them.

We made it. Praise God.

Stay tuned. I have an idea of connecting these two stories of drama with my recent reflections of the feeding of the 5000 and watching birds in flight. (To Believe and Know)

6 comments:

  1. I love those stories and how when one has eyes to see, we can see His hand in our circumstances.

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    1. That is so true, Ann. He is always in control. But we don't always see it. May He give us eyes to see His hand at work in all our circumstances.

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  2. Wow, Jodie. Had no idea this was going on. Our family has been thinking of you recently, reflecting on 3 years ago when Josiah joined you on your trip west. Asking for grace and DEEP abiding peace as you seek His direction for the days ahead. Much love, friend.

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    1. Thanks for remembering us, Jenn, and asking for His deep abiding peace and grace. That's what we need. Been thinking of you a lot recently too. Hope you are well. We are living just down the road from the third school we visited on the trip that Josiah joined us on. These are special people and we're thankful that we're here.

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  3. Oh my! What a story, both of them! I laughed out loud at the taxi driver telling you to not cut it so close next time. Oh Chinese advice! "It's an expression of care," I'd always have to say to myself again and again.

    Love how you connected it to God's provision in your next post. "Catching the current of God's grace and power." Such a powerful line! Thanks for sharing.

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    1. Danielle, It's funny to recount these kind of stories, years later, with our kids. They recently told us they were disappointed that we made the train because they were hoping for another day on their own!

      Thanks for reading and commenting on the follow up post too. There were some good reminders for me when I reread it.

      And Congratulations that your #4 is on the way!

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