Thank you, Father, for getting us back to Urumqi! I feel very vulnerable without Reborn. But he has provided for us every step of the way.
This morning Kelsey and I got on a bus in Aletai. Reborn's family was there to see us off in the bitter cold. Before we left, they even got on the bus to argue with people who were sitting in our seats. They're awesome and I already miss them a lot. I loved being with them. It was a lot like the Father's grace with the gift of the Son. We don't deserve it and can never pay it back. We can only receive it with open hands and hearts.
So somehow we made it back to Urumqi. This time we had seats, so I could look at the scenery out the frosty window. It was pretty much the same view the whole time--hundreds of miles of the most barren, open land I've ever seen. And it was all white. But there were interesting things to see, and I'm glad to know that China isn't all one gigantic cityscape like Nanchang. Everything is so clean and fresh here.
I loved looking at the herds of horses, which were attended to by rugged, bundled-up men on horse-back. Our bus also had to slow down several times for camels that were walking along the road. None of them had people on them, although some of them must
have belonged to someone, because a few had beautifully embroidered blankets on. Sometimes I also saw lone herders with furry sheep and rams, as well as very tiny-looking, beige-colored deer roaming freely about. Everything was so open, vast, and wild. Xinjiang is literally China's last frontier!
When Kelsey and I arrived back in Urumqi, I was a little nervous, since I'm unfamiliar with the city and my Chinese is quite limited. But we managed to book a decent hotel room near the bus station using my Chinese, and also got a nice dinner. We will be here for another day and a half. Thanks, Father, for bringing us here safely. Continue to watch after us, especially since we look and feel very vulnerable...
(A herder with horses on the road back to Urumqi).
(The bathroom for women on the side of the road. It was a hole in the snow).
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