PRAISE BE TO GOD! This whole thing was so unexpected, and yet it seemed ordained. During the call back process, I really didn't talk about it to anyone except the ones closest to me because I wanted it so badly. It was much like the time when I decided to go to AMDA. I kept it hidden in my heart because I wanted it so badly, and it was like I had to keep it a secret lest my dreams and hopes be shattered into a million pieces.
It's humbling to know that God does hear my prayers, and in this whole process (where it is very easy to get a big head and think that I'm the greatest thing since sliced bread), I know deep down that I have nothing to do with it. I can't help but think that I am so undeserving of this amazing opportunity. Why does God continue to take care of my garden of dreams? For someone as selfish as I am, as pig headed and stubborn, how can He possibly love me?
I am not a good person. I am a failed Christian. And then out of nowhere, God shows up, and He's faithful to His promise, even when I have been faithless and played the part of the harlot. I am Hosea's wife, and I'm finding my way back home to my first love.
With my head bowed, and my senses back, I return to Papa once again, only to find that He doesn't scold me or punish me, but He opens His arms and tells me how much He's missed me. Singing a song of forgiveness and freedom, I throw my caution to the winds of heaven, and let the spirit carry me on the wings of the angels. Thank you, Papa.
It's show time. Let's get some Fudge!
