A Painting and a Visa

So, throughout the whole ordeal of trying to get my visa and getting all the right information for the boarder guards, a painting was produced. It is a painting about my journey and struggle to get my visa, but showing God's hand all the way through the whole process.

I have always enjoyed painting, artistically speaking, even though I am a painter through employment does not mean I have always enjoyed it, I have learned to like it. Painting a picture is different than painting the walls of a house. I haven't always had a lot of time to put my creative skills and God's inspiration to work on a canvas, but seeing as I was stuck at home with not much else to do, there was now the time to paint -artistically.

So I started with a fairly small canvas, finished it quickly and then started on to the big one. I used colours that God told me to use, and painted them where I felt Him guide my hand. It was so much fun, I used my fingers as my main brushes. When the painting was done I had a strong impression to put a metallic hand print on my painting, but it was to be three prints, not just one. As others looked upon my painting they saw different things, one person saw the green as me growing and new growth, pushing the darkness away. Another saw the yellow as hundreds of thousands of seeds being released, unable to be held by the darkness. Yet still another saw the hand of God upon the scene, guiding the green to grow and push and breakthrough the darkness. While another saw the green and the light as a 'green light'.

I finished my painting the night before I left, and what every single person said was right, in my time of waiting I was growing more with new growth, reaching and pushing and fighting to break through the darkness -the battle over my visa. With the hand prints a sign of God's plans and help through this time, and the 'green light' as a go ahead to cross the boarder.

Even before I tried to attempt to cross the boarder the first time, I knew deep down that I was going to get my visa. I did get my visa, just not the way I expected to get it.

I did get my visa on the second try, even though we were detained for about an hour and a half.

So here are a few pictures for you to enjoy, documenting most of my trip.











Seattle as we drove through...





mother and I after getting my visa, both feeling relieved.

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Mother and I feeling sleepy after driving and getting the visa

Mother and I trying to stay and look awake...

Me after I landed in Boston waiting for my bus with my luggage