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I don't know what my aunt was whining about--I mailed off my visa application last Friday (although getting everything in order and notarized and buying bulldog clips AT the post-office was a bit of a hassle,) and got it back in the mail today in my passport, so, what, six days? She was telling me horror-stories of how she'd phone the consulate general every day for eight weeks and then only get her visa on the morning of her departure.
Aie.
Also had meeting with some board members to go over my official volunteer application and discuss my expectations and to pray together, which, I'm a private person about my faith, so I was like "...guuuuys we're in PUBLIC!" but there was no real shame in it and once you close your eyes, you can't see people staring, anyway.
It was strangely touching that these people I've only just met have such concern for me and what I'm going to do and are praying for me--have been praying for me long before we met--I was almost moved to tears.
Like I said, it all comes down to love. I've no real idea what I'm doing or what I'm truly in for--I just want to show these kids as much love as I've got in me to give, and hope that that's enough to help them find healing and peace through it.
We are the hands and feet of Christ, the humble working vessels of a loving heavenly Father--and again, it all comes down to love.
This, I believe.
Aie.
Also had meeting with some board members to go over my official volunteer application and discuss my expectations and to pray together, which, I'm a private person about my faith, so I was like "...guuuuys we're in PUBLIC!" but there was no real shame in it and once you close your eyes, you can't see people staring, anyway.
It was strangely touching that these people I've only just met have such concern for me and what I'm going to do and are praying for me--have been praying for me long before we met--I was almost moved to tears.
Like I said, it all comes down to love. I've no real idea what I'm doing or what I'm truly in for--I just want to show these kids as much love as I've got in me to give, and hope that that's enough to help them find healing and peace through it.
We are the hands and feet of Christ, the humble working vessels of a loving heavenly Father--and again, it all comes down to love.
This, I believe.