My Heart Broke a Little Today...

There is no easy way to say it... Nelton didn’t get approved for a visa. The words are heavy and basically sum up how the day went.

I couldn’t go in with him and when he came out he was smiling, I was hopeful and sure he had it. So when he told me he didn’t, I really didn’t believe him at first, until he short me the “we regret to inform you...” note.

We really don’t know why. The process to get him in was 3 hours, the interview was less than 2 minutes and they didn’t even look at his paperwork or any of the evidence we provided.

One thing could be because under “How long do you intend to stay?” on the application we wrote “89 days, unless I can get an extension from the United States for 90 more days.”

I really figured they would want an honest answer, providing all our intentions.

When they asked Nelton how long he intended to stay he said “3 months” and the lady just said “it says here 6 months.” Which is not what it says. So I guess if we go for the extension in the future we don’t tell we want it???

Anyway, the real reason they told him in the interview was that because I don’t have my card of residency yet, we don’t have tying binds to be here. However, I do have my residency, because the law of Peru says once it’s in your passport, you are a resident. He had evidence of that, but didn’t look at it. They just went on Nelton’s word that we are getting out my card Friday and didn’t think it was good enough. So really, we don’t know what it was, because we have evidence of property here and those “tying binds” but didn’t get a chance to show them.

So really, I’m honest when I say I don’t understand the plan of the Lord in all this. My heart is sad because I was really looking forward to getting home and seeing everyone. I have to admit that having the baby in the States also provided comfort at the thought of having familiar surroundings in a new and potentially difficult situation, labor.

I’m experiencing various waves of emotions: anger at my country, frustration for not knowing what we did wrong, sadness for not knowing when we’ll be able to go home, disappointment that Nelton won’t meet my family and friends until who knows when, peace by knowing that God is in control and knows why this didn’t work out just now, and maybe a little fear at the thought of having the baby here, but then comes the peace and confidence that God has a reason.

So the plan is to wait until maybe July, when we come to work on the baby’s citizenship and try again.