In Someone Else´s Shoes

So Clemen and I recently went to U.S. Consulate to get her VISA. It was an interesting process because they let me go in with Clemen. I was the only "Gringo" in the line. I was thinking how different the US culture is from Mexican culture. Everything in the Consulate was ridiculously efficient.
Clemen and I saw people both receiving and being rejected for the VISA. The consulate officers where not angry or rude like I had heard however, they were simply doing there job and matter of fact, and actually they did their best to pass every case they could and where even joking with some to lighten their day.
Clemen and I arrived at the window and we simply prayed silently. The officer asked for our papers and looked at my passport. He said "Paul, has your passport been through the wash?"
"No," I replied, " I jumped in a river with it." (That happened twice in Panama).
"Stuff happens." He said laughing.

With in the first minute he told us we had the VISA and he started to explain to us a different and better VISA we can get at the border. He hardly asked Clemen anything, and we had a good conversation talking about how I want to do things right and do everything according to the laws. He explained to me how that was possible.

We left with a smile on our faces and a load off of our backs. Thank God for his goodness and that he truly can do more than we can ask or imagine.