Merry Christmas from Papua!
We had a quiet little Christmas at home this year. With two of us recovering from the flu, we tried our best to keep things low-key.
We have now spent 6 of our 10 Christmas as a married couple sweating it out overseas. And while we definitely miss time with family, I have enjoyed creating our own family traditions! Elias has only had one Christmas in the U.S. (and he was 9 months old at the time), and so Christmas in the tropics is all he knows!
We always get new jammies on Christmas Eve. By this point in the evening, Elias was DONE and ready for bed, thus the strained smile.
He was much more smiley the next morning (to our Indonesia friends: I totally use Bungkus paper as wrapping paper! It’s the cheapest thing around!)
We spent all day opening presents and it was glorious. After each gift he opened, we would just spend time playing…so we didn’t get to the last one until after dinner! We are so thankful for our family, who send gifts months ahead of time to be sure we have them on Christmas morning.
How do you open gifts? Do you go through them all at once? Or spread them throughout the day?
It’s that most wonderful time of year again! With humidity and tropical rain showers, right? Well, at least that’s what it is over here. But it wouldn’t be Christmas in Indonesia for us without our MAF staff Christmas party. This year, we decided to do things a little differently and blend our Western and Eastern cultures a bit more. And, I think, we struck just the right balance.
Our annual staff photo. This year on the runway instead of in front of an airplane.
MAF Timika sent us a little note on a dirty airplane. Thanks guys! And Selamat Natal to you too
Instead of our normal party in the hangar, this year we did a party in the yard (it’s warm here, remember?) with magical Christmas lights and gorgeous mango trees.
After the photo, we split into 4 groups: one group per home and each group was assigned the task of coming up with a drama, acting out part of the Christmas story. I don’t have pictures in the homes, but I loved the drama that ensued afterwards.
As the sun set, we ate a meal together that all the wives worked so hard to make. Traditionally, Indonesians wouldn’t eat at tables at a party like this, but I think they all enjoyed it. To finished up, we sang Silent Night and Jeremiah shared a short devotional.
All and all, it was a super enjoyable evening for everyone involved. Selamat Natal!
I love stories. It doesn’t even have to be a good story, I still want to know how it ends. This is why I have trouble not finishing a bad book, or a terrible movie. I even want to see the end of Elias’ episodes of Octonauts or Wild Kratts. It kills me when a show is cancelled before the story resolves.
The story I’m currently living, the story of our second adoption, isn’t over. I’m anxiously awaiting to hear the resolve. Who will our child be? When will he or she be born? Only God knows, and He is the best storywriter of them all!
In the mean time, we are doing what we can to prepare. So we have set up a site where you can donate if you are interested in helping us with the costs of adoption. It is a non-profit organization and so your donation is tax-deductible! You can find it here.