Have you ever been rejected? It sucks.
A few weeks ago I got rejected from Marquette University, one of my top two college choices. I was absolutely shocked. I had already told people I wanted to go there, and I hadn’t even been accepted yet. I was very confident I would get in– confident in this plan I had for myself.
Unfortunately for me, it seems like the things I’m most sure of are the things that let me down in the end. And the pain is that much worse.
Well, my dad caught wind of this and flipped. That same day, he made a call to the Marquette admissions board. The nice lady on the phone said she’d check with the Dean in the morning. And guess what. It was a mistake. About a week later, I received my acceptance letter to Marquette University.
Okay, so what the heck, God? Is this a sign that I should go there or not? How can I go to a college that hurt me like that and made such a careless mistake? On the other hand, isn’t it pretty lucky that my dad happened to make that call and I really did get in?
Well, I don’t know where I’m going to college. But I think if there’s anything to learn from the experience, it’s that nothing is just handed to you. As my grandpa would say, you have to work like everything depends on you and pray like everything depends on God.
Also, God is the man with the plan. And suffering is sometimes the harsh reminder I need that shows everything really does depend on God.
That is terrifying…I wonder how many mistakes like that get made. Poor, sweet lil Caroline!