Coming back from the race has been…. strange. It’s like I stepped into a world I left only weeks ago and yet all the familiar faces and places are completely different and I see them with a new set of eyes.
During my time in Nepal I felt God calling me into nursing so, with the generous help of my parents, I applied to nursing school at a local university. My application was sent, my transcript was sent, and yet somehow the transcript was never received. I went to the university yesterday to ask if they had gotten everything they needed, but I was informed that without the transcript they couldn’t process me and it was too late now to apply. I walked out to the car, defeated. Maybe this was God telling me I was wrong, that I misunderstood. But something drove me to walk back into that office. I talked to a counselor and was told that if I got the documents in ASAP, he would do what he could. So I raced home, tore up my room, and found the transcript sent me the day I graduated. Raced back, relieved…..
Until I got a call that I needed a transcript from GA Tech since I had taken classes there. I called the office, and had an hour, to drive into Atlanta, get to the office before closing, convince someone to go against their policy and give me the transcript right then, and all this without a clue what my student information was. On the drive down to Tech, I again felt that voice, telling me to turn back, that it wasn’t meant to be. I couldn’t find parking, and ended up finding a space on the wrong side of campus and having to literally run to the office to get there in time. My team will tell you…. I do not run. But I ran. I got into the office with 5 minutes to spare, my body shaking from actually having to do more than a minute of tough physical exercise. Then a guy from the back of the office came up to me, I told him I didn’t know my student info, needed a transcript, and without a sob story, without having to go into detail, he just smiled and said, “You look distressed, but we can get it ready for you today.â€� I almost cried.
The whole day was like an obstacle course. That these hoops kept being placed before me and I was having to jump higher and higher, past the point of my own abilities. But with every hoop, when I just had the faith to risk, the faith to jump, God took over. Like I bent my knees to jump and God raised me up and through the hoop.
I don’t know if the hoops were from the powers above or the powers below. But I am so thankful for the experience, for the stress, for the vulnerability. Yesterday, I found my determination. Yesterday, I found my trust. Yesterday, I found a will to fight, knowing that whatever obstacle comes, God will be there to see me through it. So whether I get in to this university or not, praise Him, because the fire that was sparked through all this will not die out.
