A week ago, one of our daughter’s, had her life all planned out for the next three years.
She was going to join the Open University in the United Kingdom and study for a BA.
A huge amount of planning and thought had gone into preparation for the next three years and she was all set to commence studying and start the next phase of her life’s journey. She just had to put the payment through…and that was when everything unraveled.
She was informed that she had missed the deadline to register for her course and therefore she would not be able to study but she could reapply again in October. Due to some miscommunication, her course had not been registered because she had not completed the final application.
To say she, and we, were devastated is putting it very mildly. We were devastated for her because it looked like her dreams would have to be put on hold for ten months and she would now have to find something to do for that time. She was devastated because her heart was set on starting studying in March and her whole life for the next three years was geared around her studying and now, she was at a total loss.
Being her parents, the first thing we said was that we would pray about the situation, pray that the University would extend grace to her and pray that she would still be able to follow her dreams.
A weekend of real despair followed with said daughter phoning and sending various emails to the University asking/begging that her application be accepted.
This morning she received an email advising that due to the miscommunication between her and the University they have accepted her application and she will be allowed to start studying.
When she informed me of this earlier today my first response, obviously, was “thank God He answered our prayers. How wonderful of Him”.
Said daughter is in the process of still making up her mind whether there is a God or not but she admitted that when her application was declined, she made Him a promise. She promised God that if He made a way for her to be accepted at the University, she would go to church every single Sunday for the remainder of the time she is in Amsterdam.
Well, I couldn’t stop laughing…
This means that because she never breaks a promise, she will be going to church every Sunday for the next few weeks. That is about six Sundays in all.
“Truly, O God of Israel, our Saviour, You work in mysterious ways”. (Isaiah 45:15 NLT)
Written with said daughter’s permission.