Ji Hong Jie

Ji Hong Jie needs a home quick before he ages out.  I bet they would waive his orphanage fee!  He is such a beautiful, handsome boy!  I wish, I wish he could be mine!! Please help spread  the word. 




Below it talks about Ji Hong Jie only being in 2nd grade.  I've talked to my friend in China, who is Chinese, and visits the orphanage regularly.  She has told me that when a child has a special need they often do not put much effort into their education, and do stick them into  just any class,  like they have probably done to Ji Hong Jie since he is deaf.  I would think he is very smart and would catch up quick.   



Ji, Hong Jie, Male, birthdate Jan-6-2001 ( Will be 14yrs old 2015). Ji Hong Jie’s special need is deaf-mute, he’s studying at 2nd grade in Huazhou School of Deafmutes where his Chinese score is over than 85, his math score is over than 90. He is a excellent student in character and learning.  He likes dancing and learns fast, you see the dance “LittleApple” was that he learn from computer. Every time when we back from outside, he will clean the playing room first then play with kids. He will sort out those books, clean the tables, then sweep the floor. He works in good orders. He could work out his daily life without any problem, hehas his opinion in dressing, he has style of his own. He is our lovely Ji, Hong Jie!

I need

to do some preaching... and since I know I don't have guts like this guy, all I can do is be in awe of him.   


“It was strictly forbidden to preach to other prisoners. It was understood that whoever was caught doing this received a severe beating. A number of us decided to pay the price for the privilege of preaching, so we accepted their [the communists' ] terms. It was a deal; we preached and they beat us. We were happy preaching. They were happy beating us, so everyone was happy.”


Richard Wurmbrand,

Tortured for Christ 







This week our preacher preached about Heaven.  It is a real place.  It is going to be more beautiful than we can ever imagine.  And the hope we have of going there should give us reason and strength to be better Christians here on Earth.  If just thinking about Heaven doesn't give me enough motivation to want to catch fire for Jesus, I read the seven letters in Revelation that He gave John for the churches.  Here is just one snippet:

"To the angel of the church in Laodicea write:

These are the words of the Amen, the faithful and true witness, the ruler of God’s creation.  I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other!  So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth."

 

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State Fair Days.   One morning all the kids were in school so just Lael, Arden and I went. 

































I'm not a horse person or even an animal person, but this horse was chasing us up and down the fence line.  Even I could tell he was friendly and playful.  I got up my nerve and started petting him, but Lael and Arden were scared to death, and wouldn't go near no matter how hard I tried to get them to pet him.   It was funny.  : - )

LET GOD HANDLE THE DETAILS

The laying on of hands is a religious ritual.  It is used in invoking the Holy Spirit. 






The Holy Spirit only works if you are Saved by the blood though.  : - ))) 




Do not neglect your gift, which was given you through prophecy when the body of elders laid their hands on you.

1 Timothy 4:14





It was administered by the nuns at her school.  It was lovely even  if we are not Catholic. 
 

This is what is left of the students who started with Lael's nursing class. About half the students who started with her did not make into the clinical stage.




 
When the Dean was praying for Lael and the other students I have to say it was hard not to cry.  This is the same little 3 y.o. girl that I picked out of an orphanage, took her by the hand, boarded a plane and together we flew to the other side of the world to start our new life together--as mother and daughter.  Lael told me again yesterday, "I was in love with you." Then, she went on to say, "Until you got the other kids!"  









Afterwards, we celebrated at Bucca di Beppo.  Yum.
 


 






Bian Yuhong AKA Lael Bian Grace.  At the airport with Whitney--coming home...  somewhere in Asia.  Could have been Wuhan (where Lael was from), Guangzhou, Beijing or Seoul, South Korea.  

Back to School....

 Except for Pryor and Boone, the kids all pack their own school lunches.

 

Pryor really wants to believe he is as old as Shepard.  Shepard really gets sick of it, so he and his three fellow "quads" moving up to a different school has been a good thing.  It lets Pryor face the fact he is 2 years younger than Shepard.   Stafan is such a he-man (and cool) around here that none of the boys would dare mess with him--well Boone does, but he knows he is young enough that I won't let anyone touch him.



Pryor and Boone saw all the other kids fixing and grabbing their lunches and decided they could start too.  I was waiting with them at the bus stop and decided maybe I had better check their lunches.   They had each packed, and only packed, chips, cookies and rice krispie treats.   OMGoodness, don't I get judged enough?!  I confiscated it all and told Pryor he had better get back home and grab lunchables.











Waiting for their Dad...every morning.  He likes to take them to school.

















The boys packing their own lunches reminds me of a story that happened over 20 years ago.  It was with Brady, and  I'll never forget it!  It is funny now, but I didn't think it was so funny when it happened.  Whitney and Brady stayed at my parents a lot before my parents died--like almost every day.  They even rode the bus to and from their house. They had the same school bus driver I had when I was in school!!  She was a good driver.  But I digress. . . . 

The kids usually always came home at night, but one night Brady spent the night at my parents house.  It is hard to say if Brady wanted to spend the night or if my Mom wanted him to.  My Mom was never very happy if they weren't with her.  The kids loved it there and pretty much got to run the house.  That was a sharp contrast from what it was like for me growing up.  My Mom kept me on a very tight leash.  : - )  But I digress again. . . .

My Mom had diabetes and over the last 10 years of her life she was going blind.  Brady was in 2nd or 3rd grade and decided he would pack his lunch.  First, he dug an old lunch box out of the toy box.  It had had some kind of stickers on it, but with the stickers half gone it just looked old and dirty. Then he decided he would pack his milk money by using one baggy for each penny.  Imagine a lunch box full of wadded up empty baggies--basically a lunch box full of trash.  Then to complete the nightmare lunch, he used my Mom's diabetic bread.  My sister had just bought the bread  for my Mom  the day before, but since it was diabetic bread it came to pieces very easily -- you get the picture.

Well, I felt since Brady and Whitney had gone to the same school since Kindergarten the teachers should have had a pretty good idea what kind of kids they were, and which kids needed help and which didn't.  Whitney was always either #1 in her class or close to it.  And, Brady was well he had never went to school dirty.  LOL

But, no his teacher decided his lunch was just too dirty and unfit, so while all the other kids went outside for earth day, Brady was made to stay inside, by himself, and eat a school lunch all by himself.  You would think she would have realized there was a reasonable explanation for what happened.  And whatever she thought was going on, why would you punish a 2nd or 3rd grader for bringing a crappy lunch to school?!

I didn't take it very well...  



My parents.