LifeSightsSound

Last week was all shades of “I don’t know”; one moment, I was like “, I gat this”, and the next moment I was like “, What am I doing” That was a summary of my last week. Anyway, Sunday, I woke up, and I told myself nothing would steal my joy or hope. I looked at the mirror and made my affirmations, did my house chores and got my daughter ready for church… WE ARE GOING TO PRAISE HIM TODAY.

I left Church on a high, exactly what I needed to hear; I was like, naaaa, no assignments today, will relax and sleep. We went home, did some grocery shopping and headed to the concierge to pick up parcels; something prompted time to stop at the mailbox and check; it was SUNDAY; who will deliver a letter on Sunday??? Anyway, I opened up, and a letter peeked through the mail hole at me. I was like, one of my husband’s mail again, but something in me said, Charity check it out.

As I checked, it was my daughter’s name, but it was spelt wrong; there is only one place that spells my daughter’s name wrong after countless corrections, and it was the admissions office. My heart started to beat loudly as I was tearing it open, even with groceries and packages in my hands.

Let me backtrack; I have been on the journey of getting my daughter into a school of my choice. I have applied, appealed, lost, and applied again, calling every week since September 2022 to hear the same answers. I have reached out to my councillors; what haven’t I done???? I have prayed and believed. Her school gave her reduced hours, and I felt it was not enough. Anyway, I continued to call, pray and trust God that He would come through. It was 80% of why I didn’t feel settled cos my daughter was not settled.

Before Easter, I had written in my daily Journal for her that God would come through after spring break, spring break finished, and nothing. I wrote again, God, hope deferred makes the heart sick, and nothing…. So imagine my heart doing somersaults seeing a misspelt name of my daughter cos I know it can only come from one place, admissions office.

Opening the letter, I saw that she had been given the school I had wanted all along, appealed and lost. The start date is the 4th of May, which happens to be her birthday. Oh, I danced; in the elevator, I danced, I dropped my groceries on the floor, and I danced, praised and Thanked God. He showed me mercy and grace.

Lesson learnt Faith without works is dead. I prayed and waited on God. I also called the admissions office every week, wrote emails, and reached out to different people.. Cos the Hearts of kings and queens are in the hands of God.

All I am trying to say is don’t stop knocking; your hands may grow sour, your faith may wane, and your hope may regress, but He is working it out for your good and at the right time, He makes all things beautiful…

I am off today to accept the offer on behalf of my daughter. Pray for us.