New mercies...

As much as I would love to say that every day here has been a breeze, I have to admit that yesterday I had a test of my patience with the Rwandan internet throughout the entire morning as I tried to prepare my visa documents and I'm not quite sure if it came on a bad day or it was the catalyst for the way I felt through the rest of the day. Being a manager at home in the easiest country in the world to live in for 26 years and having a house a car and money of my own was far different than what I know right now. I am dependent and the world is a totally different and unfamiliar place. Kind of a stretch for a type A personality who is used to being self sufficient. Don't get me wrong, I have lots of help here. Everyone has been so awesome in that way. So I felt that frustration build a bit yesterday and pretty much best myself up about it. I'm good at that. Yet I serve a God who has promised new mercies every single morning and I've enjoyed them today. I went to Nyanza to apply for my permanent visa and they seemed satisfied with my documents and say they will let me know on Friday. Please remember me in your prayers as I wait for this most important piece of the puzzle. It's in the hands of the Almighty and I'm good with that.

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