I received
the acceptance e-mail last night. We had
just finished karate class, and I was hanging around the dojo to get some
reading caught up for the class I’d been taking before I needed
to head over to church before AWANA. I
checked my e-mail on my phone, and the words “Congratulations on your accept…”
were in the subject line of my inbox.
I’m kind of
floored.
I knew I had
a pretty solid application, but ever since I submitted it last week, I’ve been
questioning if I’ve been pushing this too much in my own selfish desire to have a master's degree.
Classic self-doubt. So I had
started praying that if God didn’t want me heading down this path, that I
wouldn’t get accepted. Not to brag, but
I felt rather confident that He was the only reason I wouldn’t get in.
So I was
really in this limbo of not knowing where my life would be taking me for the
next few years. But when I saw that
e-mail, I suddenly felt peace. I don’t
know everything that’s coming ahead of me, but I have a plan now. And the Type-A part of me loves having a plan.
This is
going to be an awesome crazy ride!
Congratulations!!! You know we will be praying. We are so proud of you.
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