The Promised Blog!

Okay, so I promised all my friends that I would start this blog up again when I got to where I was going. I was toying with the idea of deleting the former posts and just starting again, but going back through them, I don't think I will. So I will just post a quick update before giving more updates on what I've learned.

My last post (cough)February(cough) detailed my plans to attend The Bethel School of Supernatural Ministry in Redding, California. Let me tell you what actually happened. So, where we left off, I was crazy excited to attend BSSM. Suddenly, I realized that the way I was feeling about BSSM was that if I didn't make it, if I didn't get accepted my life would be worth nothing. I just knew that if I didn't get in, that I had no destiny and would be doomed to a mediocre life forever. When I realized how I was feeling about that, I had to stop and ask myself why. Because God doesn't make people feel that way. So that was when I told God that if BSSM wasn't what He had for me, I was cool with that. But I begged Him just to not leave me hanging, and if BSSM wasn't it, I desperately needed a different direction.

My answer came in the form of an email stating that I had not been accepted into the Bethel School of Supernatural Ministry, but that the Bethel School of Supernatural Discipleship would be a much better fit. I felt like I'd been dropped off a cliff. Pushed out of an airplane. The foundation of the world had dropped from underneath me and I was falling into panic and confusion. Not too long after this, I received a phone call from BSSD Director Willy Bowles.

As we talked about BSSD in my phone interview, I was relieved that this interview was a lot more like a conversation than an interrogation, and throughout the conversation, I always felt like the expectation was already there for me to attend. It ended with the affirmation that I was in. Suddenly, the fall from the cliff turned into a bungee jump. There really was a cord attached. God had caught me.

With no idea how I was going to pay for it, I began to save up money. During this time, my family in Cedar City was going through some hard times. My "daddy," was diagnosed with liver cancer earlier in the year and Jesus took him home. Later that year, I got sick and had to take two weeks off work. All the money that I'd painstakingly saved to pay for school, which was still nowhere near what I needed, went to my living expenses during that time. My faith-o-meter, already stretched by the stupid illness, dropped to zero.

Imagine then, how I felt when my family approached me and told me they had decided to use the money that Joe had left to pay for my school. All of it. My heart broke and mended all in one action. Once again, God stepped in and rescued me, despite my own failure.

So ends the story of how I ended up here and begins another story entirely. The story to come I will attempt to post on Fridays or Saturdays, just to keep you all updated. For however many people read this, anyway, this will be the primary place for updates. For small details of things that have already happened here, see my Facebook notes.

More to come!

--Anna Grace