“Now the Lord a door has opened
That all Hell could never close
Here I’m tested and made worthy
Tossed about but lifted up”
I knew the moment I heard of them that I would be attending Patrick Henry. There was never any doubt in my mind. My mother encouraged me to apply to other colleges, so I did, but I thought that it was pointless.
I would be attending Patrick Henry.
From that point, my life was fixed on becoming worthy to attend, on impressing the people at the college, on being prepared. I took classes at community college, I learned a new language, I tried to get a job. I had to get into that college.
And I did. And I got a scholarship.
This kind of threw me, to be perfectly honest. I needed the scholarship, but I did not think that I deserved it. I chalked it up to the grace of God, and went back to preparing. I said that phrase so often, “the grace of God.” It did not occur to me that accepting His grace meant that I was letting Him back into my life. For the first time I can remember, I succeeded in lying to myself.
Many people helped me in my preparations, and said they would pray for me. I accepted their prayers. I did not notice, but God was squeezing through the cracks I was leaving in my shell, and opening them wider and wider.
Then I learned about my future roommates at college.
To be continued.