Monday, November 16, 2009
The Josiah Fork
Just this week I could not find warm mittens for Titus. I was hoping for another pair of long underware. Drew's black socks have holes in the toes. Our cousin Karin, not knowing this, sent us a package from Korea containing warm kid mittens, ladies' leggings, and men's black socks!
Lots of expats have come and gone from Changsha. There is one family in particular that has blessed us though they don't know it. We'll call them the "R" family. The Rs were with our company and lived in our exact apartment three years ago with their two small boys. They left a positive legacy on this campus; we often meet people who were their friends. We get to build on the good foundation which the Rs laid.
The Rs left stuff, too. My kitchen has more stuff than I ever dreamed I'd have --- baking pans, boiling pot, saucepan, spatula, strainer, apple corer, paring knives. Last spring we inherited a box of boy clothes, passed from the Rs to another family to us. Titus wears these clothes everyday; it saved us tons of money and shopping time!
This week at dinner we were wishing for a small fork for Titus to use. Drew went down the hall to our team's office, where the left-behind stuff is stored, and found The Josiah Fork. It's a baby fork with "Josiah" printed on the plastic handle. Josiah is the R's oldest son, so we've heard. So Titus is eating with Josiah's fork and wearing his old clothes, though we've never met him and have no way to thank him!
The Josiah Fork symbolizes how our needs and wants have been provided for here in Changsha.
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Yea Dad!
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