“Learning to crack an egg” and other short stories from the Lin Dynasty
The best part about our family story is that it changes daily, minute-by-minute. The twists, the plot turns, the new addition of characters family members. As the parents, we get to be both the spectators and the flag bearers. Sometimes we’re actively carrying and writing the story and other times, we’re watching it unfold in front of us and laughing until our sides ache. We laugh at ourselves. We laugh at each other. And yes, we laugh at the kids. I mean, they give us so much material. Their lives are a panoply of short stories and punchlines. Josh learning to crack an egg pretty much sums it up. Watch it here.
I’m a voracious reader. Prior to having kids, I could easily go through a 350 page book in a few hours. I have read ONE book cover to cover since the kids came along. Of course, that’s partly due to the new demands on our time, but I also attribute it to the responsibility we feel in writing our family story. It’s a God-given responsibility and one we don’t take lightly. A paradox because we lighten the load with laughter… and we know we aren’t the ones driving the bus. We take our cues from our Savior Jesus, who loves us and parents us with such gentleness and kindness. He is slow to anger and enjoys His relationship with us.
Dave and I enjoy each other’s company. I look forward to seeing him at the end of our respective days for the stolen moments of silliness in between feedings and bedtime routines and all of the other responsibilities. We hope our children will feel the same freedom to be silly. To be free to fail without fear of being shamed. To be able to learn from and challenge each other. Our deepest desire is for our children to enjoy each other’s company and learn to be gracious with each other, downplaying shortcomings and building up strengths.
We could talk a mile about what things Dave and I like to do together (and we have a lot of common interests) but at the end of the day, that’s not what holds us together. We took a vow that we would choose to love and support one another in the valleys of life. There is such a deep sense of satisfaction and joy (hope deferred) from building our family based on a promise. Yep- we fail. Often. But Jesus lifts our stiff necks and broken hearts and points us again to find His footsteps.
Thank you all who have prayed for us. Your prayers make all the difference in the world. The battle for our hearts is the most important, for that determines the direction of our feet. Thank you for walking with us and even helping carry us when we’re too tired. When adulting just gets way too hard. For carrying our children when they get too heavy. Without you, the Lin Dynasty would come to a screeching halt on so many occasions.
Our dynasty was started by family members long ago who trusted in the Invisible God. Who have passed that story and the transforming power of Christ through generations. Being born to parents who have trusted Christ does not transform our hearts any more than being raised by wolves makes a person a wolf. But what a beautiful thing to be able to receive the truth and make it personal from one generation to the next.
Our nation is shaped by the smallest of nations: the family. John Lin likes to say that the Lins are descended from Chinese royalty. Those who know me know how ironic and funny that is. My name means “Princess.” But I’m as far from a princess as you can imagine. But what I will say is that Dave and I serve the most Royal of Royals. The Highest of most Highs. So in that sense, we are princes and princesses of the King.