Green Cards Really Are Green

This week we officially became card-carrying residents of Mexico.

We celebrated with street tacos and binge-watching "Santa Clarita Diet" on Netflix.

It was as anti-climactic as it sounds.

"I thought I'd be more excited," Randy said, when we sat in the car staring at our green cards.

Which really are green.

After 7 months of time, money, and paperwork, we were worn out.

Only to be told we'd have to start the process all over again every October.

More paperwork. More money. More waiting.

Randy and I are very clear that this is where God wants us to be at this point in our lives. But that doesn't mean it is all easy or all fun.

It's a lot of waiting.

It's a lot of paperwork.

It's a lot of doing things wrong first, so that we can be corrected and then told how to do them right.

It would be easier to just pack up and walk away.

But we are committed to the process.

For better and for worse.

Until God tells us otherwise.


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