I am in a lobby waiting to be called to get an MRI.
So here am I waiting... Waiting alone in a foreign country. My sweet hubby is watching the kids. My friend couldn't make it. "It's really OK!" I say to myself, while emotions of anxiousness and fear creep into my heart. If someone was here they could only wait with me in the admissions lobby and then would have to wait an hour for me while I got tested. It would not be fun for them but still my selfish self wishes to have someone here.
Missing my mom...missing my sisters.
I speak to my heart the verses I am working to memorize this week.
Rejoice always. Pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you 1 Thess. 5:16-18
This calms my anxious heart. I am called in. I am to lay still for 35 minutes as the machine makes some awful sounds.
I lay remembering the events of yesterday.Remembering His goodness. Remembering....
Yesterday was chaotic. My alarm didn't ring so I didn't wake up when I planned because my body was exhausted from staying up late packing. I rushed to get ready, shower the kids and stuff any last minute things into the luggage. Buddy crammed the bags into my mom's little Kia soul and Edith's Toyota van. We rushed to Walmart to pick up zip ties and some other last minute things some friends asked us to bring. On the way to the airport Buddy asked me "do you have all the passports?" I replied confidently "yes!" Since Edith and I had made sure to pack them days ago. We rushed to check in. The lady at the check in desks asked for our kid's Peruvian passports and I proudly handed her all three. She went on to ask if we had a new passport for Joseph. I stood confused.
Long story short: I had the wrong passport. I packed the expired one. My heart dropped, as I lifted up a quick silent prayer "Father help"
The flights were great but stressful. Both Buddy and I prayed the whole time since we did not know if immigrations in Peru would allow us to enter the country without Joseph's passport. As we were filling out the customs papers to go through immigrations I noticed the options of using their Peruvian citizenship card as an official document to enter the country. So as we approached immigrations we decided to only present each child's DNI and not their passports. Buddy and I each prayed individually, and we were cleared with no questions or problems! All our bags arrived and customs gave us no problems. Praise the Lord! Thank you, Father for caring and for continually showing me that you are present.
So as I lay in this scary unknown machine I meditate and remember to rejoice and give thanks in the scary unknown because His will is good and perfect even when it's not what I would choose or had planned.
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