Count Down Begins Again!

Sixteen days and counting until the Gizzos are reunited again for a short time. I will fly into Mexico City on July 4th and will not have to leave my love until July 17th. My trip this time will be much like the last trip. We plan to stay a few days in Mexico City and then head to Puebla. If all goes according to plan, we will be headed to Santa Monica for a few days as well.

I hope to get the final evidences of "extreme hardship" sent in to immigration before I leave. After this step, all we can do is wait. We're hoping to hear the news (hopefully good) by the end of the year, but the letter said it could be up to 12 months which would make it more like next Spring. Thankfully, I will be pretty busy in the Fall and am hoping that this will make the time pass for me a bit more quickly.

I finally got all of the details worked out and I will be completing my practicum for school with an organization called Teen Mother Choices. In addition, I get to lead a class/small group at our church called Vantage Point 3. Both Raul and I participated in it a couple years ago and we still talk about the many lessons that we learned about God and about ourselves during that course. One project that is assigned is to write a personal narrative. So much has happened in the past year that I am not sure how I will limit mine to the 10 pages that is allotted for the assignment!

Raul has also been keeping busy lately. His role as volunteer police officer has supplied him with quite a few interesting stories. He has "towed" donkeys because they were illegally "parked" on the road. He has spent a night outside of the jail because it was his duty to stay there after he put someone in there for the night. And, he has broken up more than his fair share of fights at weddings. I am so thankful that Raul can see the humor in so many things. I am pretty sure that I would have a much worse attitude if I were the one down there waiting.

Thank you again to all of you who faithfully pray for us and ask us how we're doing. You will never know how much your prayers mean to us. Please pray for me and my family as we are really feeling the loss of my father right now since Father's Day was just here. Mom has been posting many wonderful (and not so wonderful) pictures of back in the day, and I am so thankful for the wonderful memories that we have of him. Pray also that my trip goes smoothly and that God will give me wisdom on the documentation that needs to be sent in. As always, you can continue to pray for peace for us both during this time of waiting.

The waiting is over and just starting

Finally, I have progress of some sort to report even though it is not really the progress I was hoping to report. Raul traveled to Cholula (a town right outside of Puebla) to the DHL location to pick up our letter yesterday. The letter confirmed what we were expecting and our waiver has been referred for further review. Honestly, we were both disappointed with the letter. Even though we knew that most likely it would say we were being referred for further review, we still had that small glimmer of hope that maybe just maybe we would get the word that he could start the process of coming back home. The letter said that it may be another 12 months before a decision is reached in our case. However, my sister said they are currently averaging around 6 months to make decisions after they are referred. 

The only thing holding me together right now is the knowledge that God is still in control and His timing is still perfect even if it does not match my "perfect" timing. Apparently, there are still lessons for us to learn and purposes for us to accomplish before we can move on to the next step. Plus, God must not have wanted my ticket to Mexico for July to go to waste!

We do have some specific prayer requests at this time. One is for wisdom for us on what if any additional documentation we should send in to prove "extreme hardship". Also, our finances are a concern to me (even though God has been providing for us every step of the way). We do have a small amount left in the savings, but I don't think I'll have the luxury of planning any more "vacations" after this one in July. In addition, my car is aging and there are always little things that come up. But, like I said, God has made every dollar of ours stretch more than I could've imagined, so maybe the prayer should be more for me to be able to chill out and trust God! Please also pray for us during this waiting time. As the time for the answer draws nearer, it has been harder for me to trust God's plan and pray instead of being anxious about the end result. Pray also for Raul. He has had a good attitude during this whole journey, but continue to pray for strength and encouragement for him.

Other than that, there is really nothing new to report. There is a wedding in Raul's town this weekend so he helped this morning to butcher a cow for the party. He'll be on duty  as one of the volunteer police officers for the wedding tomorrow. He leads such an exciting life!

Thanks much for your prayers and as usual, keep 'em coming!

An All American (hopefully!) Love Story

 One year ago today, Raul and I stood before God, our family, and our friends and pledged to love, honor, and cherish each other for the rest of our lives. I cannot believe that a year has already flown by. So much has happened between then and now, but I am more happy than ever that I am Mrs. Mozo (or Mrs. Modigidii as some may know me).

Though many of you who are reading probably already know "our story", I thought I would fill the rest of you in in honor of our one year anniversary. Our love story is much like everyone else' and much different than everyone else' at the same time. Looking back, we can see how God's hand was on us each step of the way and how he brought us to the place where we are now.

Raul and I met at a meeting for those who were interested in being part of a church plant called Journey Church. I was intrigued by this Christian bad-boy who had grown up in such a different world. Raul grew up in Waukegan and had been exposed to a lot different "life experiences" than I had in my sheltered farm community in Iowa. Though Raul caught my attention immediately, it wasn't until I started tutoring him in math for his GED that we really got to know each other. Pretty soon one tutoring session a week turned into two. And then, tutoring turned into lets just watch a movie instead.

 Many of our Journey Church friends can probably recall the camping trip where it was obvious that we were interested in each other. It rained the entire trip, so we were forced to spend most of the evening and night in our tents. Raul's was next to mine and we carried on a conversation into the wee hours of the morning. The problem was that we didn't realize that everyone else heard our conversation since we both had to yell over the noise of the rain. Soon after this trip, Raul finally asked me out on our first date and we became "official".

However, something just didn't feel right and we broke up. But, we remained good friends and spoke on the phone frequently. We did eventually get back together and we dated for a couple of years. Then we were to the point where we either needed to make some wedding plans or go our separate ways. There were some things in our relationship that needed work and after praying about it, we both came to the conclusion that we should go our separate ways. I was heart broken, but I still had a peace from God that we had done the right thing. Raul did his thing and I did mine, yet we remained friends and saw each other at church.

During our time apart, Raul was working through some things in his own life and I decided that I needed to assess where I was headed. I had planned on marrying him and living happily ever after, but that wasn't looking like it would ever happen. I decided to go back to school and started really enjoying my life as a student. People kept trying to set me up with guys and I really longed to find someone and to be married, but part of me just didn't want anyone but Raul. I went back and forth between being content with being single and then freaking out that I would never get married since I was nearing my late twenties with no prospects.

Raul went to Las Vegas for a little while and I was sure that I would never hear from him again. Yet, I was one of the first people he called when he got back. He began getting more and more involved with leading the Youth Group at church and little by little, he was turning into the guy that I had always wanted him to be. We started talking more and more on the phone and then we would look for excuses to hang out with each other. Yet, something was holding me back from wanting to commit to a relationship. Raul was still in the midst of his immigration battle and the last thing I wanted to do was to put myself in a position where I would have to move to Mexico!

So, for a long while, we were "just friends" who talked on the phone everyday and occasionally hung out. Then came the fateful day in November, 2009. Raul was supposed to lead small group that evening, but he failed to show up. He didn't answer his phone and no one knew where he was. Later that night, I got a phone call. When I picked up the phone, I heard "will you accept a phone call from inmate number something at the Lake County Jail." Immediately, I knew it was him. Raul had been pulled over for a traffic violation and before releasing him, they ran his name in the immigration database. He had been flagged and they were holding him. I didn't get to talk that long with him and I was a mess for the next two days until I heard from him.  At that point, I feared that he would be deported on the spot and I would never see him again.To spare a you any more details, Raul was released a couple of days later, but the ball was rolling with immigration and he would soon have a court appearance.

From that point on, we were pretty much dating, yet I was really struggling with making it "official" again. I still didn't know if I could leave my country and family for this guy even though I loved him. One night, I had a heart to heart talk with God. I told him that if he wanted us together, he would have to make me so in love with Raul that I would be willing to follow him anywhere. And...that's exactly what happened. We soon became official and our relationship this time was much different than it had looked before. God was the center and we connected with each other on a much deeper level.

On December 11, 2010, Raul told me to sit down because he had something to tell me. I immediately said no because I thought he was going to tell me something bad. He kept asking to hold my hand and I said no because I thought he had done something wrong and he was just trying to soften the blow. Over and over he said, "I have something to tell you can I hold your hand?" Finally, I told him to "just spit it out!" The rest was a blur but somewhere during that time he had gotten on his knee and pulled out a ring. I said, "Are you for real?!" And, that was that! After 7 years of dating off and on, we were finally engaged!

Raul's first immigration court date was at the end of January, and we found out that there was a slight possibility that if it didn't go well, he could be detained and then deported. We made a quick decision to get married prior to that date since I was bound and determined that we would be married in the U.S. I would have preferred to have a ceremony in a church, but my dad had just been diagnosed with lung cancer and was to receive his first chemo treatment, so he couldn't travel. Since my dad wouldn't be able to give me away, we decided that a civil service in the court house would do and then we would have a church wedding if Raul's court date went okay. So, only a month after we got engaged, we were married!

I had originally planned to have our church wedding in June but we decided to move it to April since my dad wasn't doing well. It turns out that my dad wasn't able to give me away anyway since he passed away in March. Though the civil wedding was not in my original plans, it turned out to be a blessing since Dad knew before he died that Raul and I were married and that Raul would take care of me.

On April 23rd, 2011, three hundred of our friends and family celebrated our marriage with us in Waukegan. That day is a bit of a blur to me, but I remember being happy that our marriage ceremony truly was a celebration of God bringing us together. Sometimes I still find it hard to believe that we actually ended up together. What a relief to know that I will get to do life with my best friend by my side. We make a good team and I cannot wait until we get to live together again. Thank you, Lord, for my husband Mr. Modigidii. He is truly a gift from you.

A New Timeline

 Mark 8:35-36

"If you try to hang on to your life, you will lose it. But if you give up your life for my sake and for the sake of the Good News, you will save it. And what do you benefit if you gain the whole world but lose your own soul?"

The Scripture above really hit home for me in this time of waiting. We still have no idea when we will hear from immigration. According to the old timeline, we should've gotten a letter by today stating whether our waiver was approved or whether we were sent for further review. However, it appears that things have changed and the fast track now takes from 2 to 6 months to hear something and the slow track may have to wait an additional 6 months beyond that. So, we really have no idea where we are on the waiting timeline or even which track we're on. All we know is that we are waiting and trusting (or at least trying to trust).

So, why did this passage in Mark speak to me so much? Much of my daily battle is in giving up "my life" for God's life that he has called us to live. God's desire for The Gizzos is that we live the life he has called us to live and the point of that life is not our comfort but for us to bring Him glory and to lead others to Him. I go between arguing with God that really the best place for us is the U.S. and trusting that this is part of his plan and that wherever we end up, He will use our lives as living sacrifices for him. What a joy there can be in living life for the One who created it. Ultimately, my (our) heart's desire is to do what God has called us to do and be where God has called us to be, but sometimes my mind has a little trouble catching  up with my heart!

Raul's phone lines were down for most of last week and a couple of days this week. When we did get to talk, he had much to catch me up on.The biggest news is that he is now a kind of volunteer police officer there in Santa Monica. He was talked into volunteering after some of the other volunteers observed him breaking up some fights and helping an older gentleman back to his home after a celebration. Wednesday nights he is on duty and completes rounds to make sure that stores are closed by a certain time and to generally keep an eye on things. He gets his official credentials and t-shirt at the end of this month! I can't wait to see pictures of my man in uniform! ;)

There's nothing much to report in my neck of the woods. I am planning on visiting Raul in the beginning of July when I get more vacation time for work. Deciding when to buy the tickets has been a bit tricky because I don't really want to throw away money on the off chance that Raul will get approved to come home earlier than thought. However, I don't think I'll even care about the wasted ticket if that's the case!

Thanks again for your love, support, and prayers and keep 'em coming!

Still waiting...patiently (or something)

Exodus 16:8

Moses also said, “You will know that it was the LORD when he gives you meat to eat in the evening and all the bread you want in the morning, because he has heard your grumbling against him. Who are we? You are not grumbling against us, but against the LORD.” 

When I was sharing with Raul all of the lessons I've been learning from those rebellious Israelite people, we discovered that we had both been making our way through the book of Exodus. Raul is speeding through it compared to me, but nonetheless, it has been really fun for us to be able to discuss what we're learning when we talk on the phone. For some reason (probably the Holy Spirit) we're both noticing things about the book that we had never noticed before. My insight from today was a little bit painful. In Exodus 16, God's chosen people seem to have again forgotten the many miracles that God had just performed for them and that he had delivered them from slavery. Instead of choosing to be excited about what God would do next, they decided to complain to Moses about their lack of food. However, they were ultimately complaining about (and to) God. Yet, God was merciful and provided them with manna and quail.

I came to the realization that I too am a complainer. Okay, that wasn't really a new revelation. But, the application that I came up with was a new one. Every time I complain about immigration and how long it takes for them to do anything, I am really complaining about God's timing and his plan he has for us. Ouch! Thank goodness he is merciful, eh?!

I must admit that I am getting antsy to hear something (even if it is that we have been sent for further review). According to the timeline they gave Raul, we have from about 1 to 5 more weeks to wait for the letter. Good thing I have learned my lesson about having patience and not complaining! ;)

There's really not much new to report. Raul was told by his municipal that since he's been living there a while, he has to do some work around the town like everyone else. So, tomorrow is his first day of "service" and he will be helping to pave a road. He has also been helping Lupita build a pen for her new pig that she purchased and has been watching the new baby chicks that hatched under his kitchen table--11 in all. I'm telling you, we're fixing to move to a farm in Iowa when he gets back so he feels at home! 

I've been keeping busy with homework as the end of the semester draws closer. I am hoping to do my practicum next Fall but I've hit a snag with the site I was planning on, so we'll see what happens with that. The weather here in Illinois has been unusually warm lately which reminds me that summer is right around the corner. While I'm looking forward to a break, I'm not looking forward to a summer without my husband. Good thing I'm not worrying about the future or that would really bum me out. ;)

Again, thank you all for your prayers. They are truly the reason why we are able to have peace during this time. We are so blessed to have friends and family all over the world praying for us. God is good...and BIG!

Silly Israelites

Exodus 14:11
They said to Moses, “Was it because there were no graves in Egypt that you brought us to the desert to die? What have you done to us by bringing us out of Egypt?"

 I must admit that as the day draws closer for us to hear a definite "yes" or "no" (though that day could still be close to a year away), I have to daily remind myself that God is in control. On my drive to work this morning, I found myself fretting that we may have endured this long separation only to find out that all of our efforts have gone in vain and our waiver has been denied. Why would God let us spend all of the money and time we have spent only to have us end up living in Mexico? Why would he "string us along" like that? Then, I realized that at that moment, I sounded an awful lot like those silly Israelites in Exodus.

God had a miraculous plan in store them. He had delivered them from slavery and they would soon experience the miracle of the parting of the Red Sea as well as numerous other miracles.  He ultimately had planned for them to reach the Promised Land. Yet, they had zero faith in His plan and His goodness. Instead, they let fear and doubt take over and all they could see was the desert around them.

In many ways, this immigration journey has been a desert experience for me. It is easy for me to see the here and now and fear the worst possible outcome (in my eyes). Yet, along the way we have experienced so many partings of the Red Sea. The fact that Raul did not get deported on his court date in May and that we are still experiencing this journey is a sign of God's grace. We have seen God's work with our finances and the fact that we were able to pay off our large debt to the immigration lawyer and to afford my trips to visit Raul. I am sure that we have been oblivious to other workings that the Lord is doing in our lives. Yet, He is loving, gracious, merciful, and faithful.

Honestly, I am still a little scared that God's "promised land" for us may still be Mexico. Yet, I know that if it is, there will be joy and purpose there and His promised land will be far better than anything I could have planned for myself. It is obvious that God has had his hand on our lives individually and as a couple and we are not just wandering around aimlessly. He is molding us and preparing us for something greater to bring glory to Himself. God is here in my desert and I am glad that he is still faithful to me (and to us) even when my faith wavers.

I still get frustrated with the way our immigration system works and all of the hoops we must jump through. I get irritated with their timelines. I still fret that we may have made a mistake somewhere in our paperwork or that maybe the wrong person will review our case and deny us for "just because". But, then I have to return to the place where I truly believe that God is in control and that as long as we seek Him, his will will be done and there's nothing we can do to mess that up. As scary as giving up control is for me, it is still a comfort to know that I really am not in control. I ultimately come back to Exodus 14:13-14 "Moses answered the people, “Do not be afraid. Stand firm and you will see the deliverance the LORD will bring you today. The Egyptians you see today you will never see again. The LORD will fight for you; you need only to be still.”

Spring Break 2012

What a wonderful week we Gizzos had in Puebla. Thank you to all of you who prayed for us and our safety. It will be hard for me to share with you just the highlights of the trip since we had so much fun and got to spend our time in three different places--Mexico City, Puebla, and Santa Monica--but I will try not to bore you with all the details.

I arrived in Mexico City on time on Friday, March 2, despite the presence of a wintery mix of rain and snow when I left Chicago. I was very thankful that the flight was not delayed because there was really no way for me to contact Raul to tell him. He was the first smiling face that I saw when I got out of customs and he was there holding a sign that said "The Gizzos" in case I didn't recognize him. From there, we got in a taxi and rode to our hotel that Raul had secured from a sort of hotel room broker at the airport. The room was not big, but it was clean and that was all I was interested in. We stayed there Friday and Saturday night and then made our way to the city of Puebla by bus on Sunday morning. It only took us about two hours to reach our destination.

The view from the balcony of our hotel room.

We were not very impressed with the hotel that we stayed in the first night so we looked for a different one to stay in until we ventured to Santa Monica. After checking out a couple of different places we found Hotel Posada Guadelupe and were impressed with its updated rooms and free WiFi. It ended up being less expensive than our other hotel and had a much better location and view as well. I would definitely recommend it to anyone looking for a place to stay in Puebla and for only $38 per night, you can barely beat the price. Well...I guess Raul did find a much cheaper place to stay the night after I left, but when he complained that his window wouldn't shut properly, they handed him a piece of wire... :)

Hanging out at the zocalo

Though the outskirts of Puebla wasn't all that appealing, the downtown area near the square or "zocalo" was beautiful. The city was very clean and the outsides of the old building were well maintained. We spent most of our time in Puebla walking up and down the streets just looking at the little shops or sitting on a bench near the zocalo to soak in our surroundings. The temperature in Puebla was very comfortable. It was cool in the morning and evening and pleasantly warm during the day.

Outside Raul's "wing" of the house

Posing for a pic with Abuela and Lupita

We traveled to Raul's "hometown" of Santa Monica on Wednesday and arrived there around 3:00 p.m. after a four hour bus ride followed by a 45 minute taxi ride. Santa Monica is much hotter than the city of Puebla and we mainly just sat around and chatted with his grandpa until the sun went down and we could venture out to meet some of his family in the small town. I think almost everyone we met on the street was somehow related to him since both of his parents were originally from this town. I was excited to meet Abuela and Lupita in person. Lupita was very sweet and insisted that we needed to let her know the next time I was coming so she could buy a pig to slaughter. It was a lot of fun for me to see how well Raul has settled into life in his pueblito and how almost everyone knows him and jokes around with him. On top of cousins, aunts, and uncles, I met his basketball buddies and other guys that he plays cards with.

We headed back to Puebla on Friday morning and spent our last two days there. It was so nice not to have a schedule to abide by and to be able to sleep in and take naps whenever we wanted to. I also really enjoyed having Raul to lean on again. He was there to make decisions about where we would stay and how we would get there, where we would eat and how much we would tip them. It was nice to feel "married" again if that makes any sense.

We traveled to the airport in Mexico City by bus on Sunday morning for my 2:30 p.m. flight back to Chicago. As usual, I kinda fell apart when it was time for me to go through security and say good bye to the one I loved. This time was especially hard because I do not know the next time I will be able to see him. I'm hoping that the next time I see him, he will be the one coming on the plane and I will be the one picking him up from the airport, but only God knows. For now, we will have to trust God to carry us through day by day like he has so faithfully been doing.

Every time I get to see my husband, I fall more and more in love with him and am amazed that God gave me more than I could have ever asked or imagined in a husband. Raul really made me feel loved by the way he introduced me to his friends and family. Though I am definitely not the adventurous type, I felt safe with him by my side. What a blessed girl I am!