Immigration

     Yesterday, I finished up all I have to do at immigration.  As I was walking to the office, it struck me, I am an immigrant.  I think there is something in the American thinking that make that hard to believe.  We kind of believe that we belong anywhere we chose to go.  However, I have moved to a foreign country and now I am going through what everyone else has had to go through to become an American.  In 19 days, I will have my passport back that says that I belong here in Bolivia and that I can go where ever I want in the country. It feels good.  I can't put it into words, but this place is becoming home. 
     There are days that I feel overwhelmed by all that is different.  Where I miss seeing my family and friends at home horribly and I just want to call them up to hang out.  Days where God's glory is consuming.  The people here are so amazing.  The locals that I am getting to know go out of their way to make me feel welcome.  I am so grateful that God has allowed me to serve Him in this place.  Right now, my job is language school, but soon it will be working with street kids which will change me in ways that I can't even fathom right now.

Now to Him who is able to keep you^[b] from stumbling,And to present you faultless
Before the presence of His glory with exceeding joy,
²⁵ To God our Savior,^[c]
Who alone is wise,^[d]
Be glory and majesty,
Dominion and power,^[e]
Both now and forever.

Amen

Jude 1:24-25