I feel foolish, and so I don't want to share, but I will anyways, because...I should. In my last post I talked about having no money and how work-study jobs were sucky. If you haven't read that post, go read it first, then come back.
Before I came up here, I had been praying and praying that God would provide the funding I needed to go to school here. I knew that it was Him who told me to come here in the first place, so I knew that He would help me pay for it. For awhile before school was going to start, I was still about a thousand dollars short, and although it seemed like my parents were really concerned, I wasn't all that much. I had given this issue to God and I was trusting that He would come through (because really, when does He not?), even though I had NO IDEA where the money would come from. Two weeks before I was to head here, I got word that I had been taken off the waiting list and awarded the work-study. I was given a limit of $1500 for the semester, and was free to do whatever I wanted with the paychecks, including putting it all towards school. This was literally the answer to my prayers, and I knew it as soon as I found out. I was so excited, and I prayed then and there, thanking God for providing. Next thing you know, I'm here at school complaining because I would have only gotten 6.5 hours a week, which wouldn't have gotten me anywhere close to that $1500. After not finding a different job fast enough, I decided to take the work-study one just so I could have SOME money coming in. I seemed to have forgotten that I was "trusting God"...I tried to take control of my situation again, and I didn't even realize it. It never even hit me until I was sitting in chapel the other morning, and randomly I realized that I was working a full 13 hours a week. All that time I spent filling out endless applications and stressing and talking to people and complaining I was praying that God would give me a good job. Funny thing is, He already had. When my silly little head couldn't see how things could possibly work out, God was still there, and it wasn't until I fell back into place with His plan that I saw the light at the end of the tunnel.
I was absolutely in awe when this hit me. It was so clear, as if I were watching it happen in a movie, and it made me feel so tiny.
The end.
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YAyyy court :) see it all works out in the end!!
ReplyDeletethats awesome. that is the attitude i should take. I feel so drawn to attend a school where its foundation is christ in any class i take, especially with sciences. the world's science works so hard to keep god out of his wonderful creations. i see god in any of the classes, but i want to be given the tools to show others that that is the case. plus there has been a part of me that wonders if i am called to nursing for mission work down the line, to places like guatemala or haiti...the list goes on... that people really need a nurse, that won't just heal them physically but can be used by god to heal them spiritually. you know?
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