This morning the alarm broke through our slumber at 5 am. Normally, this would mean that John was getting up to work on his book and I would grunt, turn over and hide comfortably under the blankets.
However, this morning was different! I woke up thinking about the history of the USA. It was February 12, the date of my citizenship interview. I was going to follow in the footsteps of many and make the USA my homeland.
This was not an easy choice to make. I made it many months ago in a moment of prayer and clarification that came from this moment. It was time!
This morning I woke up and there was not even a second of indecision. The morning went smoothly. The government official was friendly and easy-going. This made the time very pleasant and even fun. He handed me a sheet of paper and asked me to read the word he showed me. Congratulations!!!
The picture I have in my mind from this morning is a room filled with people, all different, yet all wanting to be citizens of this country. Everyone has a story and God knows this story intimately.
Psa 139: 1-7 To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.
O LORD, you have searched me and known me!
You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you discern my thoughts from afar.
You search out my path and my lying down and are acquainted with all my ways.
Even before a word is on my tongue, behold, O LORD, you know it altogether.
You hem me in, behind and before, and lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high; I cannot attain it.
Where shall I go from your Spirit? Or where shall I flee from your presence?