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This week’s FMF writing prompt is: PICK
Setting my timer for five minutes, and . . . GO.Â
If you’ve been following along, you’ll know that I dropped off my youngest kid at an out-of-state university this past week.
Yes, I cried.
Yes, I survived.
No, I don’t like it.
But I am so, so proud of him, and just so in awe of the way the Lord has paved this path for him and swung wide several doors that I never imagined would open.
Allow me a moment to brag on the astounding kindness of our God?
Out of over 900 applicants nationwide, my son was selected to receive one of 360 full tuition and housing scholarships from a specific sponsoring organization. A 36% “chance” of getting picked.
After receiving the scholarship, he could choose from a limited number of universities that participate with the scholarship program — all of which we would have been very happy with. But he first had to apply to each university using the regular application process and see if he got accepted.
Guess what. He got into his first choice school — a school that had a record number of 53,000 applicants this past year, and only a 7% acceptance rate.
I’m sure I’ve shared this here before, but my mind is still just absolutely blown. SEVEN PERCENT?!
And a FULL SCHOLARSHIP?!
It truly sounds too good to be true.
I watched my son work so hard for several years to get to this point, and yet it was still completely out of his hands whether he would get “picked” — both out of the 900 scholarship applicants AND the 53,000 university applicants.
Why did they pick him out of so many others?
I can only attribute it to the grace of God.
STOP.
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Congratulations, Kate!!!!
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On that perfect Tuesday morning,
not a cloud in that September sky,
no way the thought could be a-borning
that they were picked, that day, to die
like the Siloam seventeen
crushed when their brick tower fell,
what did they feel when they had seen
the aeroplanes that flew from hell
to take away all that would be
in the name of vicious hate,
and there they faced eternity,
leaping to that final fate
in hope that when they hit the street
it might be God that they would meet.
That is so awesome.
Love hearing testimonies like that.