I applied for places in both a PGCE and medicine (both the normal course, BM5 and the graduate entry course, BM4). I got interviewed for the PGCE, and although I thought it went well there was only one place left. I logged onto the GTTR track website and was confronted by the word, "Unsuccessful". I was pretty gutted as I was using the PGCE as a safety net and that was ripped away from me. Then I had to wait to find out about the medical degree.
One day, whilst at Totton College, I suddenly thought, "This is the day that I will find out one way or another." I don't know what made me think that, but I rushed to check UCAS track, logged in and looked at the status of the BM5 application. Unsuccessful. I scrolled down for the BM4 course. Unsuccessful. My heart sank. I felt like that word was branded on my forehead.
Less than four hours later, however, it all changed. I was waiting at the train station when my phone rang. I answered it and I the person said, "Hello, this is [insert generic female name here]. I'm not sure if you remember, but I interviewed you for a place at our PGCE in February. More places have opened up and I'd like to ask you back for another interview."
Couple of weeks later I went to the interview. It went well. I was offered a place.
Proverbs 16:9 tells us:
In his heart a man plans his course, but the LORD determines his steps.I had tried very hard to plan my course and to determine my steps. I had plotted and planned, but, without God, it's futile. I am still thinking about my future. I am thinking of possibilities but I'm going to hold on to them lightly and let the Lord guide my feet. (If you want a hint of what my ideas are click here and then here.)
I need to remember: I don't know what the future holds, but I know who holds the future.