I spent some time this week at the school of my dreams—Moody Bible Institute. By school of my dreams, I really do mean that I have dreams in which I finally begin my studies there. Ten months of unappreciated, necessary patience: applying, waiting, deferral, tweaking, waiting, finally an answer. After 10 months, my answer was different than my expectations. While I was hoping to get in, I figured that I would either get accepted or rejected. I hadn’t even heard of Moody’s 1+3 Program. That was the verdict.
The 1+3 Program is Moody’s solution to having too many students and not enough beds. If I spend my first year taking online classes, then my following three years will be living at the Chicago campus. I accepted their offer, and here I am. Here I am, already halfway through my first year of college.
I have a friend who told me God’s hand is one of “righteous mischievousness.” Isn’t it funny how God works in such unexpected ways? He is mysterious—working in His own time in his own ways that we often don’t understand and don’t often appreciate in the present, but he is always just. He always has a perfect plan and He always fulfills it just the way He intends to. Always.
In the sameness of life in taking online classes, I had forgotten how strong my love for Moody Bible Institute is. My three days there this week have brought me back, and now I can’t get it off my mind. From the classes to the chapel services to the people I encountered, God is so present. It blows my mind how much a place can shine God’s glory. God gave me people during my stay that inspire me, reigniting my passion to seek God. The wisdom and passion for God that I encountered while at Moody makes me yearn for more—more reading my Bible, more praying fervent prayers of praise, more fellowship with believers that make me want more of God. God is at work in me and at Moody Bible Institute. I cannot wait to see what happens when He brings us together this fall.
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