Where I See God
Journal #30: College Visit
“Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.” Matthew 7:7
“God,” I prayed. “Give us reassurance that this is the right school for our daughter. Amen”
After a two weeks of e-mailing back and forth, my daughter finally had her appointment to talk to the college department in which she wishes to study. She had a few questions about her potential studies, as well as, for Financial Aid and the school’s Honors College. Early last Friday morning we climbed in the car buckling up for the two hour drive to her appointment.
On the way we discussed the questions she desired to ask, went over some introduction skills, and settled in to talk about the rest of life; primarily, her upcoming Homecoming plans. Google maps led us straight to the Admission’s parking lot. We walked in to meet her Admission’s councilor. “Perfect timing,” he said as he greeted us with a smile before shaking our hands. “Let’s head over to the Rehabilitation Sciences Department.”
A nice walk across campus and up three stories on the elevator brought us to my daughter’s desired area of study. The Admissions councilor had answered Honor’s College questions on the way over, so our checklist for the visit was quickly being completed.
Introductions were made to a potential future professor. We then sat down to listen and ask questions. My girl, started off slow but determined and clear spoken. We were thankful for the prompting questions from the professor. When finally he asked her what she was really after. Confidently she explained her dream and her idea to use this degree for her undergraduate studies. The professor smiled at her and said, “Wow! I don’t think we’ve had anyone with that dream before. Your path is very well planned out. I think this would be a great starting off place for you.” She smiled and listened to what her course work would hold and how the program could be adjusted to get her not only a degree, but also prepare her for the next step.
My daughter thanked the professor before we walked out the door to head for the Financial Aid office. Three steps outside the professor’s office she released a sigh of relief. “I feel so validated, Mom.” Her hope filled words fueled her passion for her dream. At that moment, I felt a calming reassurance pour all over me. Mission accomplished. Prayer answered.
Heading home we listened to music while she napped in the passenger seat. I smiled and thanked God not only for the answer to our prayer but also the opportunity to see my girl take steps towards fulfilling her dream.