It´s OK. As we were praying, biting our fingers, thinking about which Senators to contact in DC, and worried about the cost of changing six plane tickets five days before Christmas, the Consulate called. The visas will be ready to pick up this afternoon.
Praise the Lord!
We´re coming home on schedule.
Praise the Lord!
Praise the Lord!
We´re coming home on schedule.
Praise the Lord!
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WOW! We are overwhelmed with joy. Such anxiety to the very end. What a story to tell when one of your children accuses you of not loving them! You can sit them down for about 5 hours and tell them all the hoops you jumped through and all the frustrations you had to deal with just to make them your forever child. Then ask: Would someone that didn't love you go through all of this?
By the way, I do think it was my personal prayer and faith that got this solved. I looked at the time on your last post and realized it was only a few minutes after Poppee had read the one about the final glitch. I stopped and prayed out loud and gave God all of the power to solve the problem. When I was finished Poppee said maybe you should contact a Senator. I said, "Joe Leiberman is powerful -- in light of the fact he has got the President over a barrel on his vote for the Health Care Reform -- but I think God is still more powerful." Guess God liked that.
I was considering contacting our Secretary of State, Mrs. Clinton, and telling her to stop everything and solve the biggest problem facing the nation: getting my grandchildren home.
Counting the minutes.
Amor,
Vovo
Thank Goodness. I'm so glad you'll be able to spend Christmas at home.
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