Trip to Jamaica!!!

I just had the most intense 60 hours of my life. Thursday morning i woke up and realized that i hadnt seen my passport lately. I hadnt seen it as i was packing or cleaning out my room and it wasnt where it was supposed to be. So there i was thursday morning, the day before i was supposed to leave, without a passport. I asked my mom if she had it, and she didnt. SO her and i spent the whole morning looking for it. We searched my whole room, my car, the garbage....we checked and double checked. The disappointment of thinking of somewhere new to look adn then it not being there was devastating. I stopped searching for a few hours in the morning to go out for coffee, hoping that maybe taking a break and doing something else would jog my memory. NOpe it sure didnt. So i got home and along wiht my mom kept looking. My mom also called all the places that i thought i may have left it, but it was nowhere to be found. I remember at one point Thursday, probably at about one in the afternoon, after we had spent hours looking and trying ot think where it could be, my mom and i just sat in my room with tear stained faces holding hands. We couldnt look anymore, we had searched all that we could, it was nowhere to be found. SO i finally started to think about what options i had if it was truly lost. Would i still be able to get to Jamaica by Saturday? Would i have to reschedule my flights? Would i have to wait 2 weeks for a new passport!? Finally i called Chelsea in Jamaica and just asked her to pray for me, i didnt know what else to do. But she and Emese gave me an idea that i had thought wasnt possible. They told me to check if i could get an emergency passport or get one rushed or something. So i talked it over with my mom and we figured it was the last option that i had. So i headed to the passport office around 245 thursday afternoon, less than twenty-four hours til my flight was scheduled to leave, and i told the lady my circumstances. She was very sensitive to my situation and reassured me that if i could get all the important papers filled out and signed by whoever i had to, and got back there by 4, which was when it closed that day, then she could probly get the passport to me before the flight the next day. As drained as i was by that time of the day i headed off to get all the signatures and the picture that i would need. I had less than 40 minutes to get back to my house, then the university for a signature, then back downtown to the passport office. I was definitely not a patient driver by this point. I was rushing and rushing, and luckily i got all that i needed and was heading back downtown with no time to spare. I pulled up to the passport office at 3:57. By the time i got to the fourth floor, room 405...the doors were already closed. My only option left was to come back the next morning at 830 when the office opened, with all of my papers, and see how fast they could get me my passport. As you can imagine i did not sleep at all Thursday night. Not knowing whether or not i was going to even be getting on a plane the next day kept me awake. Not really worrying, but wondering. I forgot to mention that i had also been praying hard all day for an answer to where my passport was or why this was all happening. God did reassure me one time as i prayed, I felt in my heart that God was telling me "You will be there!". But that didnt solve my problem...i wanted to know when. So early Friday morning Chantelle and i woke up and headed downtown with plenty of extra time to ensure that i was first in line. As soon as they opened the doors i went in quickly and gave the ladies all the necessary papers and pictures. Right away she went to work keying it in the computer. There was one little scare about my passport pictures, but luckily Chantelle was there to save the day. So the lady got all the information processed and said that it should be ready at 11:00, which was in two hours. Then i had to run all over the city to get something faxed, adn give my dad the paper with my signature so that he could go get the passport and bring it to me at the airport. I got home just in time to call Jermaine and let him know that i in fact would be making it (I had called him THursday, crying, because i didnt know if i would make it as scheduled) and then to head off to the airport to check in...without yet having a passport. Finally at 11:00 Friday morning, only two hours before my flight was scheduled to leave, my dad brought me my brand new passport! Quite the 27 hours!!!! And the rest of the 60 hours has been spent travelling, visiting with my auntie and uncle in Toronto, who so graciously invited me into their home to spend Friday evening (THANKS AGAIN!), and waiting in airports. I havent slept well at all the last few nights and i've definitely not been eating properly. But I'm here and safe and God's hands were upon me through it all! BWANA ASAFIWE!!!!!!!