Just found out that Chun Yu's tumor is near or in her pituitary gland. Also found out that there are no brain surgeons in the international hospitals in Beijing, so she will probably be operated on by Chinese surgeons. I don't know how safe that will be. Please continue to pray for her, that there would be a chance for her to leave the country for surgery or have a foreign doctor come here for her.
I will see her in class in the morning. It's hard to treat her the same as the other children. Every morning I go around the circle of preschool kids and ask each one of them if they want to have a cookie, and I hold out a bag and wait for them to say, "Yes, please." I sometimes want to just stop at Chun Yu and hold her instead of teaching. Even though she just copies what I say and seems not to think on her own, she can still stretch out her arms to tell me she wants to be held. She has been smiling and laughing recently in a sweet but heartbreakingly detached way.
Daily bread, give us daily bread,
Bless our bodies, keep our children fed,
Fill our cups, and fill them up again tonight.
Wrap us up and warm us through,
Tucked away beneath our sturdy roofs,
Let us slumber safe from danger's view this time.
Or maybe not, not today,
Maybe You'll provide in other ways,
And if that's the case,
We'll give thanks to You,
With gratitude,
A lesson learned to hunger after You,
That a starry sky offers a better view if no roof is overhead,
And if we never taste that bread.
Please provide for her, Lord. Thank You for all You've done already and all You will do.
I will see her in class in the morning. It's hard to treat her the same as the other children. Every morning I go around the circle of preschool kids and ask each one of them if they want to have a cookie, and I hold out a bag and wait for them to say, "Yes, please." I sometimes want to just stop at Chun Yu and hold her instead of teaching. Even though she just copies what I say and seems not to think on her own, she can still stretch out her arms to tell me she wants to be held. She has been smiling and laughing recently in a sweet but heartbreakingly detached way.
Daily bread, give us daily bread,
Bless our bodies, keep our children fed,
Fill our cups, and fill them up again tonight.
Wrap us up and warm us through,
Tucked away beneath our sturdy roofs,
Let us slumber safe from danger's view this time.
Or maybe not, not today,
Maybe You'll provide in other ways,
And if that's the case,
We'll give thanks to You,
With gratitude,
A lesson learned to hunger after You,
That a starry sky offers a better view if no roof is overhead,
And if we never taste that bread.
Please provide for her, Lord. Thank You for all You've done already and all You will do.

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