I can feel the difference it's making in my heart, seeding hope.
The long, rambling, hysterical giggling infused phone conversation I had with my spiritual director last night was also sunshine to my soul.
As is the fact that my hubby is picking up immigration paperwork for me at the American embassy this morning, and that nobody seems to be saying things like "You may not ever enter our country." Because you, that's my very realistic expectation of what could happen.
Still no certain job or income in the bag, but hope springs eternal.
P.S. Happy St. Patrick's Day. In its honor, a wee joke :)
May those that love us, love us.
And those that don't love us, may God turn their hearts.
But, if He can't turn their hearts, may He turn their ankles so we will know them by their limping.