KCDA的小天地

After her shadow disappeared among the crowd, I know I must handle this weekend all by myself. As I held Angeline with one arm and led Darlene with another, we walked at a snail’s pace toward the airport bus station.



How can I endure the next four days and three nights? The first challenge was giving them a shower. While I was giving Darlene a quick shower, Angeline could not wait for me. She had cried until I have finished dressing her sister. Darlene was quite cooperative. She brushed her teeth, blow dried her hair, ate her medicine, and put on some lotion. When it’s Angeline’s turn for shower, she kept sobbing. Darlene was a good helper. She gave me a bath towel and helped me with the diaper.



The next challenge was to get them to sleep. In the past Caroline would sleep with the little one (for nursing) and I would sleep with the older one (because of Darlene’s itchy skin). Now I need to sleep with both. Wow! It was a memorable weekend. I gave Darlene a bed time story. Angeline quietly rested in my arms. After the story, Darlene prayed for her mom’s safe arrival to the U.S. for citizenship interview. Then, unbelievably, they both fell asleep. Angeline woke up three times in the middle of night for “breast milk,” but she was content was just resting in my arm. It was our first “silent night.” Without her, life was lopsided.



I remember ten years ago, when I returned to church like a prodigal son, Lord Jesus embraced me through her. She did not reject me because my past nor despise me because of my weaknesses. She gave me great courage as I took my first step back home. When I responded to God’s calling, she encouraged me to reconcile with my family. I moved back home with my parents. I also received their blessing to receive training at a seminary.



Throughout the following six years, we served at the same church together, learned how to work with people together, and prayed for the ministry direction together. Our relationship grew from classmates to friends, from husband and wife to parents. Even though our path was filled with trials, each step was filled with His blessing.



I made a decision without her consent early this year in May - to leave our familiar surroundings for long-term mission. Her heart was filled with anxiety. I didn’t concern about her feeling or the future of our kids. But her heart was sensitive to the Holy Spirit. After our short-term mission to Mexico City, she was willing to journey into mission with me. We were preparing ourselves for a three-month cross-cultural training in Taiwan. Within one month, we’ve sold everything and pack our belongings into fourteen luggages.



After my short-term mission to India in July, I shared with her what I saw and what I heard. Although everything was second-hand information, she was willing to seek God’s will together with me. Then we followed God’s plan. We decided to receive our training in Hong Kong for one year. This will better prepare us for cross-cultural long-term mission – language learning, cultural adaptation, and cell group ministry. We shared our dreams. We broke through our comfort zone. We stepped out by faith as a mission team.



I cherish her commitment to God, her continuous support to me, and her unconditional love for the children. I also cherish the times when we discussed, dreamed, responded to His calling.



Commitment to mission is not a personal decision. It is a calling for the whole family. We encourage you and your family to reach the unreached people – those who have never heard of the Gospel – so that they may know and experience the love of God.