Last week our family took a trip to the Big City for fingerprinting at the immigration office. Not exactly my first choice for a family outing, but hey, we take what we can get.

From the kids: Why do we have to do this? Why can’t I wear shorts? How much longer?
From others in the waiting room: Why so many kids? What are you here for? Can I take your picture?
This particular visit was the first time all the kids could sign their own names. And the fingerprint technology has greatly improved over the years––no more smudgy black thumbs.

Jumping through government paperwork hoops––which at times seem endless––is part of life overseas. I doubt we’ll sit around with the kids one day and reminisce about the good times spent at “Kantor Imigrasi,” but we will no doubt remember why we did it––to be able to serve the Lord in this remote corner of the world.