Yesterday I was helping a friend make sure another friend’s house was ready for renters to move in at the end of the month.  Mostly we were assessing the situation and what needed to be done especially since it was raining outside and we were missing a key that we needed.  As we waited for our ride to pick us up, we talked about life here.  My friend talked about how hard it was for her daughter living here due to the restrictions on freedom.  Thus it made it harder for the whole family.  As we talked I listened and could see how her daughter was having a hard time.  But deep down, I was having trouble relating to her hard.  My daughter whose personality is much different than her daughter’s is thriving here.  In many ways, God is using life here to make her more independent and stronger.  In the states, she would never have tried dance and who know what else?  But just because my daughter is not feeling her freedom restricted doesn’t mean my friend’s daughter’s feelings aren’t valid.