This summer I decided to take a college class online through my community college so as to lighten my credit load this fall. After searching, I found one a week ago. It seemed perfect except for one small detail, the course ran from May 28 through July 23. That meant I would be in England on my missions trip when the class would be ending. Well, I prayed about it, tried some doors, called various people to get some questions answered about the course...then I took the step and signed up. All the while, I hoped my Professor would allow me to finish my work early so I could leave the country without a load on my mind.
This last Tuesday the class began. Like any eager student, I looked through my syllabus and outlined my homework for the next eight weeks...and I took my eyes off my Father. Seeing my last week before leaving for England was terrifying. In the four days before leaving I would have four chapters of reading, four assignments, various online "class discussions," and one more thing...oh ya a FINAL EXAM.That night I emailed my Professor and asked if it would be possible for me to work ahead. I clicked "send" and tried not to worry.
Most of Wednesday, I was discouraged. I fought the "what ifs" all day and sometimes gave into them. Finally, after work on my way home, I let it go. Putting worries back into my Father's hands is a lesson He is always patiently teaching me. After I got home, ate dinner, and dressed for church, I took some time to check my email...
My Professor had responded! The first thing he wrote was this:
"After having taught Online for 5 years, I have found it is much easier to make the work when you come back from the Mission Trip, rather than do it ahead of time. I also know this from experience as last Summer, I was in Berlin, Germany with Jews for Jesus helping an evangelistic outreach to Germans at a sporting event (so you see, we have a lot in common already). Please contact me when you get back and we will begin the "Make-up" Process."
"Mom!" I screamed. She didn't hear me, but my sister came running. The the sounds that tumbled out of my mouth were much like long, slurred consonants and vowels. When the words finally came I read to her what my Professor had said.Of all the Professors I could have had, God allowed me to have one who had been on a missions trip and understood the time commitment. God is so good! Once again my Father had proved His faithfulness and loving kindness despite my lack of faith.
Now I will be able to work on my class work up until I leave, then complete it when I get back. No extra stress, worry, or anxiety. My friends, we serve a living God who hears and cares about the small details of my life AND your life as well.
"O God, you are my God;
earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you;
my flesh faints for you, as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.
So I have looked upon you in the sanctuary, beholding your power and glory.
Because your steadfast love is better than life, my lips will praise YOU.
So I will bless you as long as I live; in your name I will lift up my hands.
My soul will be satisfied as with fat and rich food, and my mouth will praise you with joyful lips, when I remember you upon my bed, and meditate on you in the watches of the night;
for YOU have been my help, and in the shadow of your wings I will sing for joy.
My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me."
Psalm 63:1-8
Complete in Christ,
Tiffany
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