False Alarm

I've always loved a man with a sense of humor. God has such a great one. I got to the mailbox today, and there it was - a letter from Moody! It was beautiful. I practically sprinted from the mailboxes back to my apartment. I said a quick prayer, asking God to prepare my heart, then ripped it up. My heart was pounding and my hands were shaking and I was just hoping beyond all hope that this moment wouldn't end in tears. The letter started out "Dear Friend." Dear Friend? Really? You'd think they'd know my name by now after the four essays I'd written. Oh well, keep reading. Dear friend, Thank you so much for your interest in Moody... I get half way down the page and no congratulations yet...flip the page over...my heart is starting to sink... I keep reading...what is this letter? Oh. There it is- "Tuition is free here at Moody, please send us a check." Oh my goodness! Relief hits, and I begin to laugh. God does have a sense of humor. And the waiting begins again.