The sound of those big box trucks, like the ones used by UPS and FedEx is unmistakable when they roll down my street. So yesterday, when I heard the familiar rumble, I jumped up and ran to the window. Before I could get there, a knock on the front door caused me to change directions and I sprinted towards the stairs. "Coming!" I called, wanting to make sure the driver didn't walk away before I could get down to the door. Looking down the stairwell, I could see the overnight envelope sticking through the mail slot. My visa and other documents had arrive!
I welled up with emotion. Finally some movement in this lengthy process. The jangled nervousness I felt when my visa arrived didn't compare to the shear panic in which I was gripped when I checked my email in the afternoon and discovered I was scheduled to depart the next day--today, Friday!!! I needed at least one more day. I started another list. Could I enjoy my bon voyage gathering, pack, finish packing up my house, do banking, shopping, utilities transfers, etc... and be at the airport by early afternoon? We'll see!
Happy and safe travels!
ReplyDeleteYou are on your way to a great experience of a lifetime. The children and all those around you will be blessed by your presence. Remeber that your gift to them are from the Lord Almighty, God. Continue to accept His grip! Love, Loretta
ReplyDelete@ Retta and Carol.Your words of encouragment are appreciated.
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