Far too few pictures.  But so many memories.  I gave myself permission to forgo blogging, and just be there in the moment for a few weeks, and Im glad I did.  I havent even thought much about it, to be honest.  Amanda and David were here for two months, and they just left today.  Already the office seems too quiet, and I do what I say I never do…and miss them.

But Im back.  And I really hope to get back into posting, and taking pictures – yea, perfect timing on my part, now that the weather has taken a change for the rain(ier) season I decide to pick Nik back up and go shoot something.  Ah well.

For now…I will be happy with the few pictures I took, and the many memories that were made.

Yay for sisters (and dogs, and waterfalls, and inside jokes, and shiny things!)

Yay for happy times.

One day…looking back you will either laugh at the memory, or you simply wont remember at all. I hope I can laugh, because I want to remember everything about these past few months. Miss you already, Capn!

Sept 17, 2011

This is a continuation of ”Later that Night”

One of the most fascinating things about China, is their powerful and frequent lightning storms.

Now, of course, this is only fascinating if you like lightning. For Christina and I, however, lightning is anything but. Growing up in Ketchikan Alaska, we’ve seen our share of powerful storms. They are so common that we hardly notice them anymore. Near hurricane type winds tear through Ketchikan every year, blowing branches off trees, and sending waves crashing into the sides of the roads. But none of this ever phases us much, its something we are used to. Lightning however, that is a different matter….

We’ve never really seen it up close and personal. Lightning, just doesn’t happen in Ketchikan -despite all off the storms that we see.

The only experience that Christina and I have had with lightning, is the occasional spotting of streaks of it in the distance when we are on a vacation to the lower 48. That and hearing the stories about lightning.

You never hear stories about lightning that just hit a place and then left without incident. No, the lightning stories that you hear about are always the tragic and scary tales. Every story involves someone getting hit or killed. And that, is one reason that we are afraid.

In China we had our share of lightning storms.

One night in Beijing while we were sleeping, tucked safely into our hostel rooms, a storm hit. *CRASH!*

We all heard it. Mom, Dad, and David were unfazed. Mom, because she slept through it, Dad because, he’d heard thunder before. And David, because he was used to lightning -they have lightning in England. Christina and I however, were SCARED!

The next day as we all talked about our nights, I asked Christina if she had heard the storm.

“YES” she said. “I woke up to the sound of a CRASH and thought ‘I’ll take a picture of this storm’ so I looked out the window and as soon as I pulled the curtain there was another louder CRASH and everything lit up all I could see was white, so I freaked out and ran back to bed and grabbed the remote control and turned the AC on!!”

“WHY did you do that??” I asked “You’re supposed to unplug everything in a storm, turn everything off not on”

“Well, it was hot so…I turned it on, but then I decided that the electricity might come through the AC so i threw the remote across the floor so it wouldn’t electrocute me!”

“NOT TO DO THAT!” I said, “You lost the remote so you couldn’t even turn it off then? Let me tell you what I did, the smart thing, I woke up to the CRASH but I turned everything off, unplugged everything, and then hid under the blanket. That’s what you’re supposed to do in a lightning storm!”

Of course, not five minutes after my frantic adventure to unplug all things did the power go out, so it didn’t make a difference anyways, still I think I can be proud of doing the right thing, as I wasn’t electrocuted that night, and considered myself very lucky to have escaped without harm.

The people in China are unfazed by these storms. When we were outside and caught in one, we saw people just pulling out their umbrellas and walking along like there was no problem. Christina and I pulled ours out too, but carefully held onto it, afraid to hold it too tight, “Just in case the lightning hits it” we thought, as though holding it loosely might help us! We also tried desperately to avoid stepping in puddles, howbeit without much success.

This all may sound rather superstitious, but we like to think that there are logical reasons for the things we do. Stepping in a puddle might cause the water to act as a conductor for the electricity and if the water is hit, we know that anyone standing in that water is going down! And we don’t want that!

Everything is more scary in a lightning storm, we came to realize. That’s probably why the scary movies always use lightning during the scenes with the villains, you can make a simple slightly scary monster, look absolutely terrifying by adding in a few streaks of lightning and a CRASH!!! You know those scenes where something scary is happening then there is a CRASH and the evil villain steps out? David says this is a technique that film makers use to create a scary mood -it really works too!

Earlier that stormy night, when we were headed back to our hostel, terrified because we were caught in the storm, we heard a crash. Lightning hit somewhere very close and a figure stepped out of the shadows. EEEEEEEE! We jumped! It was just a lady with an umbrella but somehow the crash combined with a figure emerging from the dark alley had terrified us.

There are probably two types of people in the world; those who don’t mind lightning, and those who are terrified of it. Thanks to the insane lightning storms of summertime China, the girls remain firmly in the scared camp, probably hiding there under a blanket,and hopefully with all of the electric appliances unplugged.

And until I start hearing happy stories, where lightning strikes and it’s actually a good thing, that’s where I am going to stay.

Disclaimer: We were much to scared to take pictures of the lightning storms, despite Christina’s brave attempt to snap a picture out of the window one night, so these pictures are some other people’s shots of lightning storms in Beijing. No credit of ours!

Its been a while since I have joined in on this…I was looking back over the past things that I had posted – most of which were “Cake.”  I thought about putting up another “Cake” post 🙂 Because cake always = happy.  Right?  But yesterday, my sister and I had the random opportunity to do something that I had forgotten how much I missed.

Just spending time with her, being goofy.  When no one else understands.  The random bursts of laughter.  The dance moves in stores.  The random purchases.  Statements.  Conversations.  Things that you cant do when she is millions of miles away…

But yesterday – we snagged a good deal on matching pajamas.  Hey – who says you are ever too old to match your sister in jim-jams??  Well, if nothing else – we arent THAT old yet 🙂

We happened into a shop who gave “Us locals” a good deal.  We both ended up with a matching pair or jammies, and she pretty much threw in matching socks!  We were pumped.  To say the least.

Happiness is spending time with your sister who has been living millions of miles away (boo) and getting matching jammies with her!

Bonus: the shiny ones in the corner were a good snag at the second hand store, we had already found our matching set – I dont think anyone really understood our excitement!

“I WAS THERE”

You say you will never forget where you were when you heard the news on Sept. 11, 2001.

Neither will I.

I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room with a man who called his wife to say “Good-Bye.” I held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the peace to say, “Honey, I am not going to make it, but it is OK…I am ready to go.” I was with his wife when he called as she fed breakfast to their children. I held her up as she tried to understand his words as she realized he wasn’t coming home that night.

I was in the stairwell on the 23rd floor when a women cried out to me for help. “I have been knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!” I said “Of course I will show you the way home – only believe in Me now.”

I was at the base of the building with the Priest ministering to the injured and devastated souls. I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven. He heard my voice and answered.

I was on all four of those planes, in every seat, with every prayer. I was with the crew as they were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the believers there, Comforting and assuring them that their Faith has saved them.

I was in Texas, Kansas, London. I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news.  Did you sense Me?

I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew every name – though NOT all knew Me. Some met me for the first time on the 86th floor. Some sought me out with their last breath. Some couldn’t hear me calling them through the smoke and flames, “Come to Me…this way…take my hand.”

Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me.

But, I was there.

I did not place you in the Tower that day – you may not know why, but I DO.

However, if you were there in that explosive moment in time, would you have reached for Me? September 11, 2001 was not the end of the journey for you. But someday your journey will end. And I will be there for you as well. Seek Me now while I may be found. Then at any moment, you know you are “ready to go.”

I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.

Remember…I love you.

~God~

Written by: Stacey Randall