But where sin increased, grace increased all the more…
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday (besides Christmas & Halloween & New Years…I have a lot of favorites-so what?) It’s always more fun to experience your favorite things with people who are experiencing them for the first time.
This is Yizhu. She is from Yueyang, China.
This is Yiqian. She is from Nanjing, China.
They are both students at USC and I met them through Midtown Fellowship. I’m so glad I got to be a part of their first Thanksgiving! They went with me to visit my family in Greenville, Greer, and Iva SC
This is L. Bowes. She is from Pittsburgh, PA.
L. Bowes spent Thanksgiving 08 with my family and came back for more this year. The only difference is L. Bowes doesn’t get to be the first in line and if she wants something to drink, she has to get it herself and most importantly, she doesn’t get a comfy bed like most guests-she has to sleep on the air mattress with me. This is because she is no longer a guest in the Heaston household, she is just part of the family.
Oh yeah, and that is me. I was an Indian Native American for Thanksgiving. duh. (I think we should dress up for every holiday.)
The four of us spent this Thanksgiving teaching and learning from each other.
Yizhu and Yiqian taught us how to say important things like “I am single” “You are cute” and “Hey pretty baby” in Chinese. Lindsey and I taught them the rules of shotgun, the difference between “red-handed” and “green-thumb” and of course, introduced them to the wonderful world of wordpress.com
My sister asked them “Do ya’ll have dogs in China?” (this would be less embarrassing if my sister wasn’t 26 years old.)
Tonight, I asked Yiqian what her favorite part about Thanksgiving was?
“I love that night in the farm when we all sat downstairs and watched movie and played our computers and ate dessert and everyone just sat together. I really like that. I felt part of family.”
That was my favorite part too:)
When I was 5 years old, Thanksgiving was about a crayon list of red words on orange construction paper: family, god, friends.
17 years later, my list has evolved into ink words on a sketchpad, with detailed descriptions of people, events, experiences, places, opportunities, conversations, and feelings.
But reading back over it, it’s still the same.
I know that you know that I know what I want.
Yiqian gave me a Chinese facial tonight and I could not stop laughing.
I already have a very low tolerance for keeping a straight face in normal
everyday situations, so when she was pushing on my chin and saying things like:
“This will just give your face a drink of water. Drink the moisture, face”
I kind of lost it.
If you happen to see me tomorrow, touch my face.
It will give you something to be thankful about.
This is Hongrui. She is a great chief chef. Sometimes she reads my horoscope to me followed by really helpful advice:
“Christina, it says you fall in love this month! You will have much more charmness. Dress up and go out, girl!”
Oh man, it looks like I’m going to be very busy these next 8 days of November:)
Or are bumpy flights from one side of the country to the other so conducive to pensiveness?
Maybe it wasn’t the plane ride at all though-maybe it was the events leading to it.
Isn’t is frustrating to always be thinking but never knowing?
Maybe it isn’t frustrating at all though-maybe it is life-giving.
Don’t you just hate it when you hear a song for the first time but already know the next lyrics?
Me too. I really hate that.
Thanks Delta. You’re great. Really.