Acceptance

Last week may have been the longest one of all my short life.
For years, I've assumed I'd be headed to Spain sometime this year. But, the lack of a formal letter of acceptance made me doubt this thing which I had always figured I was guaranteed. On Friday of last week, I sent an e-mail to the acceptance committee regarding my application (and anything I might not have turned in) to make sure it was complete. I was worried there was some huge mistake and I'd be rejected. These feelings of doubt and fear snowballed into a deep depression, which luckily, lasted a mere ten minutes because as I hit Refresh for a 20th time since I'd sent my e-mail, the letter I'd been waiting for appeared in my Inbox. All of the gratitude my body could hold streamed out of me in the form of huge, wet tears. I felt silly, but I was so grateful. God had created this moment of unimaginable joy by making me suffer for what, now, was a seemingly short and insignificant week.
It's only been a few days since then, but I already have a different perspective on my trip. It's not something I will take for granted. It's something I know I will appreciate and savor. I can't wait.