Visa Schmisa

Visas.

I have never heard that word more in my life.

Visa
Visa
Visa

It feels like my entire existence hangs in the balance on that word.

It has been almost 3 weeks since we presented our case to the woman in the window.
And we have heard nothing.
Nada.
Zilch.
Niente. (italian for "absolutely zero".)

The Lord knows I struggle mainly with two things.

Patience
and
Control.

So this is just a lovely place to be stuck.

Waiting and not being able to do anything.

I have visited people, read books, checked email far too much, and caught up on Gilmore Girls and Grey's.

I am seriously thinking about cleaning the entire house just to feel productive.
Scary.

I knew I signed up for an adventure this year, but this really never crossed my mind.
If I didn't trust the Lord and His sovreignty, I might lose it.

As a twenty-something, we already constantly freak out about what to do with our lives.
Its a daily battle.
So being back at home with nothing to do feels very odd.
If ever there was a time to freak out, I think now would be good.

BUT, I know the Lord is good.
I will get to go back to Italy -- and He knows when. (and how.)

So in the meantime I get lots of time to think and pray and read and run and trust.
I really can't complain.

He is all over this visa stuff.
Hello! He made the heavens and the earth.
Visas? Puhleese.

So, I will choose to trust.
'Tis so sweet.