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Life and Immigration Struggles

Well, in the last two weeks I've started a new job. I am now a Barista. I'm making coffee all day and talking about coffee all day and smelling like coffee all day. So far I'm really enjoying this part-time-mean-time-job. If only it paid a little better. Hmmm...

In other news: Josh's immigration progress--

We have been in Canada for a month and a half and have basically made no progress. I guess we have made a little as far as figuring out what exactly we have to do, but only by trial and error.

We first tried what Josh's future employer said to do, which was mail in our paper-work. Well that turned out wrong, and by the grace of God, I thought to call and check on the progress. If I hadn't done that we wouldn't have gotten our $150 deposit back.

The next step we took was to tell Toys R Us they needed to get it all together and apply for us. Well after another 2 weeks of that, Josh called them to find out the progress, and they told him to just apply for permanent residency. After a week of back and forth about whether this is the best option we've decided that it is the only option.

So, we for sure can't even turn in our paper-work for his immigration until after November 30th, which is the day that Josh goes for his physical exam (which a person has to get to immigrate to a new country). Then it could possibly be several months before he gets an okay to work.

I'm trying to not be frustrated, and I'm trying to fully trust God in this. Its just been a trying year. I'm trusting that since God brought us this far, he will bring us through these struggles as well.

Prayer Requests:
-That Josh wouldn't be discouraged. He's getting extremely bored and restless not working.
-That I wouldn't stress out about money issues and not having our own place issues, and trust that my God (who owns all the money and all the homes in the world) knows what we need and will provide it for us.
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