Heartaches and Miracles

For the past 5 years Chris and I have gone through some major life transitions.  I guess I need to start back at the beginning to give you the full span and depth of things.  It all started when we got married, moved to Pasco, I desperately tried to find a teaching position while Chris began to work for a minimum wage job as a grunt in a physical therapy clinic.  After I got hired in Mabton, I commuted for the next year until I decided that it was time to get my Master's.  This is the point where we decided to move to Prosser to make taking my Master's courses easier in that I had less time to travel and more time to study.  It took about 2 years for me to make it through that program, but I came away with a Master's and my Professional Teaching Certification.  It was a pretty brutal time in our lives as well as marriage.  I battled with the stress and running away from God in order to do things my own way.  Chris battled with the everyday grind of a medial job (that he continued to commute to) and getting little to know pay-off or thanks.

Upon me finishing my Master's, we decided that it was Chris' turn next.  His intention since graduating from college in 2006 was to pursue a physical therapy degree.  He applied and was denied acceptance.  We knew it was a likely possiblity, but rejection always stings.  So we began invesitaging other paths that may suit his personality, talents, and passions.  That is when we crossed paths with nutrition, specifically dietetics.  We discovered the program in August, Chris was accepted in September, we moved to Yakima in October, and by January 2011 he had started his program at Central.  God continuously opened door after door without a single glitch throughout that process.  Chris was excited and enthusiastic about this new decision and began to flourish in the program (we're talking 4.0 GPA most quarters). 

In December, Chris began applying for a year-long internship to 2 schools.  One, a distance program in Iowa (that he could complete locally), and another at Central which is completed throughout the lower and upper valley area.  We, and I do mean "we," worked and worked to get his application looking pristine and recruit dietetic preceptors (they are dietitians that you follow throughout your internship).  That was a painstaking process and took WAY more work than we had bargained for.  Dietetic internships are HIGHLY competitive and only about 50% of applicants are accepted, sometimes less.  We finally submitted it in mid-February and had to wait until April 1st to find out whether he had been accepted.  We prayed, fasted and held onto the fact that we had nothing to hold, but to the fact that God is God and we are not! 

On April 1st we received word that although Chris was a on a priority list submitted by a program that he was not "matched" for an internship.  This meant that it would be another year before he could apply again.  I was completely devasted and spent a good portion of that evening in tears.  It just felt like Chris has been on the receiving end of some heartache that did not quite seem fair.  It felt as if a rug got ripped out and I just kept asking, "why?"  After spending 4 out of 5 of years of marriage with one of us in school (at different times) it just felt like we were on the never-ending cycle of never moving beyond this point of life.

After a long talk with my parents, I knew that there was a reason that God had put us in the position.  We clung to him, we cried out to him, we prayed and prayed and prayed.  I think that my prayer-life developed more than it ever has.  Again, knowing that it was out of our control.  We began to desperately apply to what is called, "second round."  It is what some school do when they do not fill all spots (it is really a way for other schools to make sure they only get the top students with the highest GPAs for their programs).  We filled out applications for three more distance programs.

Last Wednesday, as I gazed out a Starbucks' window, I prayed over and over, "Lord, we need a miracle.  Only a miracle will get Chris in."  Within 10 minutes of that prayer, Chris recieved a phone call from Central's program director who said that there was a possible opening and that they thought of Chris for it.  This was not even an option in our minds, as Central's program was full.  Our God is a God of miracles, let me tell ya!  Chris and I went in for a meeting on Thursday and she said she would let him know by Monday if all the logistics had been worked out to make sure the program could really accept him.  We waited and continued to pray throughout the weekend........and today we found out he finally got in!

I prasie the Lord for this process.  He broke us down in so many ways, that there is no way we would have come to Him in the way that we did without the heartache.  Why do we only come to Him when we struggle?  Why can't we cling to Him while on the mountain top?  I cannot even express with words the work that has occured in my heart.  I pray that he continues to grow me and mold me in a way that glorifies Him and that we use the blessings to bless others.  Praise God!