Tick, Tick, Tick

I have to share all these stories- tales, as my friend Curtis calls them- with you because it is so amazing to see God work in the small and the big things in our lives.

Teresa and I had to send in a big packet of papers to the USCIS in Texas. What the letters mean really doesn't add to the story. We had received an 18 page set of instructions from our agency for use in a particular set of documents, but with any instructions there is room for interpretation, even if they are in English.

She had a few questions and so she called the agency before actually sending the paperwork and the cashiers check off. I had asked her if ALL of those papers needed to go and she told me she had talked to the agency and they gave her the nod. The problem was that they could not see what she was actually sending.

Off to the Fedex place. We went to the first place and found out that they did have cashiers checks, so we would be able to get the package off from this location. But then we found out that we had to have $1000 CASH in order to get it there. Yeah, like I am carry a grand around in my pocket. OK, not from this location.

We get the envelope paid for and then we had to get to the bank to get the cashier check. Drive 15 minutes, tick, tick, tick. The lady called ahead and said that the driver picks up at 4. We have a half an hour. OK, we have time.

We get to the bank, T runs in to get the cashiers check and runs back out. Tick, tick, tick. We go over to where the Fedex place is suppose to be, but we can't find it. We drive around the block, but it is not where we thought it was. Around the block again, but now from a different angle. "Oh, there it is". 4:06.

"Sorry, the driver picked up about 10 minutes ago". Ok, why all the driving around to miss the truck, by 10 minutes, until tomorrow?

We got home and the agency called and asked how it was going. Many questions and answers forth coming. Then the lady said something and I looked over to the counter with all the piles on it and noticed that the one BIG pile was completely gone. I asked some questions of her and T and came to the conclusion that we had sent too much paperwork in the packet. Then an hour later T looked through some more of her many stacks and noticed that there was 1 piece of paper that had gotten separated the pile that was supposed to go.

The next morning she went back down to the Fedex place and asked if she could take some papers out and add 1 in and they were nice enough to give it back to her so she could.

Humm, I wonder why the driver came just before we got there? I wonder why we had to go to the bank 15 minutes away to get the check? God is like that. He even cares about Fedex deliver and pickup times.