Process vs Outcome

We have had an email from the Medical Council. The paper will come on Monday, provided some small details can be confirmed by Steve's future employer. So by August 2nd we should be able to apply for our visa's. In one of life's odd coincidences, Steve took the boys bike riding on Long Island in Casco Bay last weekend. He met the owner of the local store/restaurant and the local sherrif who who was the husband of one of his old nurses. After chatting about our NZ plans for a while, (a really long while the kids tell me) they said he had to meet someone on the island and introduced him to the head of the New Hampshire NZ consulate. He was there vacationing there with his family. (Maine, and I guess New England as well, is a very small town). He is helping us to expedite the visas and they should only take a week to process. I am sure it will all work out. Everything else has come together so far, but I am so struck about how much we can't control. There are so many pieces to this and to everything in life that we have to trudge through and take care of, piece by piece, yet the outcome of it is beyond us. The key to keeping our sanity (ah...sanity, that precious yet elusive little devil) we (I) have to let go of how it all turns out. Monday will come...Monday will come...