So as you all probably already know, but I will just say it for kicks and giggles. I didn't get into BYU. And as of right now I am scared out of my mind. Scared because I don't know what to do. I had all of these plans and now I am walking on unstable ground. No concrete.
The night I read my rejection letter, I cried and didn't stop until about two days later. I cried because I wasn't good enough. My plans were shattered and the people I had made plans with were just going to go on and live there lives with out me. It was thrown a curve-ball that hit me right in the head.
After realizing that crying wasn't making the acceptance letter slowly appear on my computer screen, I began to pray and fast. Although no answer is completely clear-and I don't expect it to be- I now know that BYU isn't where I am suppose to be. I don't know why, I just know.
However, my grandfather-the one who works and USUE- thinks that I can get a full ride scholarship as an ambassador. Which would be great for me and my families financial situation right now. But it's scary, I don't know a single soul going there.
I pray that the Lord will lead me to path which I am take. I pray that I be able to have a learning experience. And that I will be able to meet people just as cool Noj NawEcm.- I am sorry we can't go mountain climbing together at BYU.:(
Release
The function of music is to release us from the tyranny of conscious thought.
2 comments:
Oh Carolyn, I'm so sorry that you are sad. I love you and know that Heavenly Father has great things in store for you.I will continue to keep you in my prayers--even if you don't come to BYU you need to come to Utah where you can cheer up your Grandma and meet cool guys. Heavenly Father will lead you in your endeavors. I know He will. Love, Grandma
Concrete. Very good analogy!
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