This is a phrase we all know too well. With Carys' health and everything else in life, I have had to REMIND myself (I already knew it) that the only plans that are promised to come to furition are GOD'S PLANS!
When Carys was diagnosed in October 2007, I was enrolled in two classes at UM. Because of all that happended, I was forced to drop those classes. The problem was that I was past the withdrawal data and therefore I was forced to take "Fs" for those classes. I have done fairly well in school but these two grades dropped my GPA to 2.9! That is not aweful, but I would like higher than that for graduate school purposes. One of my professors, who I have learned so much about teaching from, agreeded to help me obtain a retroactive withdrawal because it was a medical emergency. For months now, I have been working to get letters and get the whole things squared away. Finally today, I got word that it has been approved! I am so exicted. I really do not care now what my GPA is, I am just so happy that God has sent another blessing my way. There is no way I could properly thank the people (espically Dr. Day) for the compassion they have shown me!
I have registered for my LAST three classes at UM. If everything goes according to plan, I will graduate in August! This has been such a long time comming that sometimes it is hard for me to think of it as an accomplishement. Then I think about all that God has brought me through during this time. It is beacuse of HIM and His example of endurence that allows me to feel pride that I have "finished my race!" I also have someother exciting news. I have officailly applied for Graduate School! I have a couple of tests to take over the summer but if all goes as planned, I will be working on my coursework for my masters in the fall! Please pray that God will give me the endurence to get everything done and use the talents he has given me to do all of this so that I might be a testament to HIS power, love, and strength!
Now to the funny story! Wednesday night Sawyer was complaining about his tummy hurting. We went on to church, ate supper, all went to our classes. The kids were in their class and I had choir practice for the Easter Musical. Right before church was over, one of the ladies that teacher Sawyer's class came out and told me they needed me quickly! I ran to the back to discover Sawyer on the potty. He had an accident in his pants. He was sick. Of course I did not have extra clothes so I cleaned him up, put a blanket around him and returned to the sancuary with him to finish up practice. When we ot in there Mr. Phil asked Sawyer, "Boy, where are your britches?" to which Sawyer replied (to the WHOLE choir) "I just pushed out diarrhea in them." Oh my, everyone thought it was cute but me! I was so embarrased!
Moral of the Story: Be careful what you ask Sawyer. He is what they call brutally honest!
Have a Blessed Weekend!
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