I spell it V-I-S-A. Yep, that's right! I got my package. The building I was scheduled to teach in lost power last night in another one of our famous Okie thunder storms, and they sent me home before I even made it into the building! So, I was able to go with my mom to get the package. I opened it up and took my passport out, and a hand written receipt fell out. Odd. I flipped to the visa pages, and there it was in all it's glory......my visa! I'm so excited and relieved and blessed. A big "Thank you, God," was heard by everyone entering the Post Office as I left. This was a answer to prayers. Oh, and just after that huge thank you, my mom said, "Well........." Um, well what? "Well, was it signed?" Oh, duh! The cause of all my worries. The answer.....nope. No signature whatsoever. Guess they didn't care so very much, huh? Doesn't matter, I'm thrilled! I'm actually going. What a blessing!!!!
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