i’m local

I’m an immigrant! I can’t tell you how happy I am that the title of this post is not Greetings from Montana. Thanks to everyone for your prayers and for the emails, IMs, tweets, facebooks, phone calls, and myriad other forms of communication I received. It was really encouraging to know that most of you actually wanted me to make it back in. There are times when I find clear evidence of God’s provision because I’ve made it through despite things being incredibly hard, and there are other times when I find God in things having gone so surprisingly well. Though the whole long process of changing my immigration status has been the former, last night’s border crossing was definitely the latter, and I am grateful for God’s answering our prayers so graciously.

On an expatriotic note, let me say that I find myself in good company. I can’t count the number of immigrants and children of immigrants I’ve known in my years in Canada. This nation may have had more quiet success with multiculturalism than any other nation in the world, and that is certainly something to be proud of. Bringing disparate peoples together into community and harmony is at the very heart of God, and one of my favourite things about living here has certainly been regularly rubbing shoulders with people from all over the world. I’m grateful I get to be one of them.