Day 7
This morning was a wait around for the
University morning. We got up and ready
to go by 8 a.m. in case they got our paper work done and we could drive with
Eva to the police station that is in charge of all these things to take care of
it. She was hoping to get an early start
and hopefully beat all the lines, but when she got here about 9 and started
making sure that all the papers were there, she found that David’s medical
record was not among the papers. They
had a copy of it, but not the original. Because they had a copy, it meant that the
original was in Dr. Hu’s office. (Yes, Daniel, it is pronounced “Dr. Who.”).
We had to wait for the office to find it,
so we decided to go look for a vegetable market that was closer to the campus
than the one that Eva had taken us to on the first day here. There are little markets and farmers selling
things all over the city, but some are better to go to than others, according
to Eva. We found two small ones that
sold good vegetables, fruits and meats that were of good quality. We got back to Eva’s car and we were getting
ready to go see something else to pass the time, when Eva got a call from Dr.
Hu and he had found David’s medical record.
How glad we all were. He met us
at the gate and we were off to the police station.
It is strange sometimes how the Lord
works. The lost papers put us behind
schedule by about two hours. One of the
things that we wanted to avoid was a long wait time. We got to the police station, got our number
and we were immediately called up to the desk.
Within a half hour, we had all the papers we need signed and we were
given our “Foreign Expert Passport” that allows us to stay in the country. It was all so easy! We
were saved the hassle of waiting in the office for a long time because of the
delay. The man behind the desk showed us
the stack of papers that had come in that morning, about 12-15 applications
were in that stack, and it had all happened before we got there.
It is hard to believe that we have been
here a week. Things are going well and
we are settling in.
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I love tender mercy stories.
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