Life is Rosy South of the Border

Our Mexican adventure has definately been alot like this beautiful rose bush that Justino had waiting for Brook when she first arrived in Mexico in April of 2007 with one slight difference. This amazing plant is at first glance breathtaking, smells wonderful, and what an amazing sweet gesture from husband to wife. The beauty is the most obvious. That was not so with as our jouney here began. We could accutely feel the thorny nature as we were thrust into this after the immigration hearing February 7, 2007. We told the truth, and did the right thing, and expected that to protect us from the more harsh life style here. We were trusting and undereducated about the laws surrounding immigration, and so we are here. We found solace before our hearing that after the ruling we would at least be freed from the haunting uncertainty of future. We thought for sure that we would at leasy know what the next year would hold. Instead the uncertainty grew and like the dark soil around the rose, our future became only more muddy. But now five months after the wound was ripped open we are beginning to see the blossoms, and understand why God planted us here. What an experience! How blessed we have been to have this time to spend together, with our Eva. We have been able to serve our church and strengthen out faith. Our marriage is stronger and we are better parents. Who knew that living in third world conditions could bring such sweet fruit. There are still days when our focus falls to the lower part of the rose, and we allow the thorns to prick our finger as we struggle to reach the blossom again, but how can we deny that as prickly as this has been, we have been blessed by being here. We have learned to always stop and smell the roses.