“Yay!” Cynthia squealed, her eyes lighting up as she read the email on her screen for the third time. She could hardly believe it. The subject line read, “Congratulations! You have been considered for our internship programme.” For a moment, she simply sat there, staring at the screen, a smile slowly spreading across her face. Then came the excitement, the gratitude, and, somewhere in between, that tiny, almost imperceptible fear of the unknown. What would this new chapter hold? Would she be able to rise to the occasion? But beneath all those feelings was one thing she knew for certain: God had brought her this far, and He would see her through. She took a deep breath, her heart swelling with gratitude. Suddenly, a Scripture came to mind: “And God is able to make all grace abound toward you; that ye, always having all sufficiency in all things, may abound to every good work.” — 2 Corinthians 9:8 (KJV) Cynthia smiled to herself. How could she ever forget? The lat...
“Yay!” Cynthia squealed, her eyes lighting up as she read the email on her screen for the third time. She could hardly believe it. The subject line read, “Congratulations! You have been considered for our internship programme.”
For a moment, she simply sat there, staring at the screen, a smile slowly spreading across her face. Then came the excitement, the gratitude, and, somewhere in between, that tiny, almost imperceptible fear of the unknown. What would this new chapter hold? Would she be able to rise to the occasion?
But beneath all those feelings was one thing she knew for certain: God had brought her this far, and He would see her through.
She took a deep breath, her heart swelling with gratitude. Suddenly, a Scripture came to mind:
“And God is able to make all grace abound toward you; that ye, always having all sufficiency in all things, may abound to every good work.” — 2 Corinthians 9:8 (KJV)
Cynthia smiled to herself. How could she ever forget? The late-night prayers, the moments she wondered if anything would come of her efforts, the quiet hope she carried in her heart, and now, this.
It was more than an email. It was another gentle reminder that God had been at work all along, even in the places she could not see.
“Thank You, Jesus,” she whispered, her voice soft with emotion. “Thank You for always wanting the best for me, even when I cannot see the full picture. Thank You for raising men who spoke up for me in rooms I never imagined I would even have the opportunity to enter. Thank You for remembering me, for making a way for me, and for showing me, time and time again, that I am never walking this journey alone.
“I know I could never have done this by my own strength. It has always been You, Jesus. And as I step into this new chapter, I trust that the same grace that brought me here will carry me through.
“I am so, so grateful for all You do for me. I love You, Jesus. And if there is one thing I know, it is this: You have been faithful, and You will always be faithful.”