I open the mailbox and pull out another large envelope.
But this one is unlike the others. It’s not another package of marketing materials, trying to convince you to choose their college.
My daughter tears away the top to reveal a formal folder inside. Mounted to one side is an acceptance letter. Embossed and sealed with the university’s emblem.
Wherever we are in life, it’s the most amazing feeling to know you’ve been accepted.
My daughter’s elated.
This college is situated across 200 acres of gentle hills, graced with green pastures and leaves that turn in autumn. Almost every building is more than three stories high, cloaked in brick and encased in colonial-style white trim.
And then there’s the unexpected offering of a scholarship. More grace. And grace abundant.
I smile at her delight, overjoyed with her, yet at the same time, concealing the one thing I keep thinking about.
All of this beauty and blessing is more than 2,000 miles away.
The distance tempts me to be afraid.
Together, we take one more virtual tour of the campus online. And there, behind another picturesque scene, are the hills, reminding me where to lift my eyes.
I lift my eyes to the hills,
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
~ Psalm 121:1-2
The Lord made those hills, the ones on the screen, that I’ve yet to see. And He made her too, my baby, my beautiful girl. He has watched over her for 18 years. And I know He will continue to watch over her as she begins her new adventure, on the far side of the country, unafraid.
Do you remember that moment when you knew you were accepted?
Whether to a college of your dreams or some other exciting opportunity?
Linking today with LisaJo, taking five minutes to write about “afraid.”