Losing Face. Witness love.

Losing Face. Witness love.

I’ve been angry this week. A lot. Our China managers are here for training and business strategy. We are writing new contracts and tightening what our manager calls leakage. I have some incredible and exciting miracles to share with you, but this is on my heart today. They described many situations of dishonesty from our China partners. This doesn’t come as a shock. We have been working on some situations for years. But the reality stings hearing it first hand. Some of our partners are very honest and upright. Others sadly are not; they put on a good face when we go to China. In China, they call it knives with smiles. It makes me angry because my father has spent years helping them build their farms, build their business and giving them tools to be successful. They use what they want and do their own thing for their own pleasure. In China when someone does something dishonest, they call it losing face. When someone is very dishonest and cannot be trusted at all, they say he has no face. Too often, they respond in the moment for their pleasure, while denying our agreements and word. It makes me think about my relationship with God. How often I put on a good face then take what I want and use it for my own pleasure? Lose face. I responded to the moment by letting my anger deny I live for Jesus. It wasn’t intentional. Does that make me a little like Peter? Peter promised he would never deny Jesus. Everybody else could, but he would die before bending. Then he responded... read more
Getting ahead of God

Getting ahead of God

My niece got married last week and she wanted to have a picnic at our farm the following day to celebrate with her new Phoenix family and DC law students.  My mom and dad worked relentlessly. Let me tell you Martha Stewart has got nothing on my mom. They returned from a trip a few weeks ahead and everyone kicked into high gear. Planting, pruning, watering, cleaning; the whole staff took part. As each day clicked off toward the big event, we stressed that flowers were dropping leaves and shriveling. They should have been fully grown and thriving in the favorably mild and wet summer. At the party, my father apologized that he had treated the flower beds with fertilizer to help them along. The only ones that survived were the flowers he missed. Isn’t that just like us with God? Fertilizer is a good thing, but too much at the wrong time and growth stops. I can think of many times I’ve done the same thing. I’ve given my daughter good advice, but too much at the wrong time and growth stops. We are working through business restructuring right now. We needed answers two months ago. Some decisions or non-decisions seem wrong to people. It reminds me of Gideon. If it had been me God told to go into battle with a candle, a jar and an instrument to blow hot air through I can hear myself now, excuse me God do you not understand the size of this problem? Guess I don’t understand what small faith and how little patience I have. I told a friend yesterday,... read more
When Weariness Seems to Win

When Weariness Seems to Win

Weariness gets me. I have to admit, it gets me in a bad way. Last Friday I awoke and my mind was in the middle of singing Building 429 We will not be shaken. Praise was on my heart. But, it was still a tough day. I was making big decisions about our business and working through challenges is never easy. Particularly since we are a family business. Like most families, we have our share of strife and baggage. If you don’t know me, my family raises pigs. Yep, I manage a pig farm. More accurately I manage the people who run the pig farm. We are now 18 months into significant restructuring of operations, organization and finances. I have a super team of people way smarter than me who provide excellent and trustworthy advice. Yet, some days it feels like I barely manage to keep my head above water. Like Wednesday. Four irrigation pivots were broken down at a critical time for corn. The state was coming to visit and presumably shut off our ability to pump out of the creek. Fortunately, they only put us on a schedule. Major building problems at another unit were a big concern. People’s stress levels were as high as the acrid summer heat. To top off the day one of my trusted team, our accountant, gave his two week notice. That did it. CEO or not, I cried. Not very professional, but sometimes being a woman trumps job descriptions. I cried the rest of the day. I put out a ‘help me’ message to some of my team, hoping they could... read more
China: Prayer #3

China: Prayer #3

Are you on the flight to Detroit? The words broke through my fog of thought as I passed the terminal entrance for the umpteenth time. I looked toward the source of the cheerful intrusion and saw a woman with two children, all blonde. The boy was very young and the waist high girl obviously feeling as sick as I was. Severe sinus cold and fever did not wait for the comforts of my home. Poor dear. I affirmed that, yes, we were on the same flight and we struck up a conversation. I could tell from the mountain high stack of luggage, a sick girl, and a stroller lost in the bowels of the luggage system, that she was stretched to the limit. I offered to help by watching the luggage while she found the stroller, but an employee offered to get it for her. We exchanged our stories while we waited. She lived in southern China and her husband  stayed to work while they visited family this summer. She was fascinated I was in China on pig business. The children climbed into the now found stroller and we gathered luggage, carts and kids heading our train to check in. She told me they never fly that route home. Hmm, I think this is a set up.  I have to ask, are you missionaries? Her sideways glance spoke volumes. Not officially she said. We don’t work with any organization. We live here, and share where we can. Prayer #3.  I smiled.  As we headed toward security and I told of my hope that being in China could be about more than only selling pigs. I want to support missions in the country,... read more
China: One Big Country and Three Simple Prayers

China: One Big Country and Three Simple Prayers

Soon after God and I came to an agreement that I would, indeed, to do the job he asked me to do, he raised the bar. No big surprise there, God does that kind of thing. But I still shook my fist and pounded the table and said, “Really God? Our first agreement wasn’t enough?” I imagine him crossing his arms and leaning back on his throne as he chuckles and shakes his head. Fine, I can make a trip to China. There God, see how much easier that was this time? Notice I said a trip, as in one. I spent a lot of time talking to God about this one trip.  Friends prayed too. I asked for three simple things. Well, one was a little more than simple. The only jewelry I took was the cross necklace with the word faith a friend gave me. She thought that was exciting so we prayed someone would ask about the necklace. Prayer #1. I wanted to be able to share my faith and talk about God with someone. Prayer #2. The last request was a little trickier. I told God I didn’t want our activity in China to only be about raising pigs and selling them to people. I want to find how to use pigs to share Jesus, say support mission work, but I wanted a real connection to the missionaries. That would be cool. Prayer #3. After days full of meetings, interviews and contracts, we took a morning to see some sights. We have an assistant who is our interpreter. A young woman named Snow. She started talking about some of the bad things happening in the country. Maybe... read more
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