About Fuller

The letter came yesterday.

I got in!

It's two pages long and I didn't read much past the initial word of, "Congratulations!" I just started screaming and jumping up and down. In the process, I crumpled and ripped the letter a tiny bit, but that's okay. Of course, giggling was involved and a couple...a few...several excited phone calls.

I actually just read the letter a few minutes ago. There are some important details in there, but nothing for me to really worry about.

My largest concern is how I'm going to afford going. However, my friend Jessi reminded me that this is the degree that I need to get in order to do what I want to do. There isn't really much of an alternative. Also, I think this is where God is calling me. My dad gave me a helpful reminder that if this is where God is leading me, then He will provide the resources for me to go there.

Okay, He's a big God. He made the earth and all of creation. He numbered the stars and knows how many hairs are on my head. He knows my dreams, desires, fears, and worries...and holds my heart in His ever capable, trustworthy, loving hand...
He can provide the finances for me to go to school.