I always thought being in a sorority house full of girls sounded like fun. Kind of like having a big family. Even if someone gets on your nerves, there is ALWAYS someone else to talk to, laugh with, get to know.
Rush week was exhausting, but I was in good standing by day 5 -the day before bid day. Although I didn't get every single one of my top picks, I was really happy with the 3 houses that chose me. It was really the best position I could be in.
I put all 3 bids in that night -nervous that I wouldn't get my first pick, but trying to talk myself through the fact that I MAY get my 2nd pick. Or 3rd. I decided to be thankful for the house that chose me, regardless of the outcome.
The next morning I got a phone call. Bright and early before I had even crawled out of bed for the big day. It was my pi chi.
"Katie, I'm sorry to inform you -you did not get into a house."
...What? I didn't get chosen? But...that's impossible.
It is so rare to have 3 houses on day 5 and NOT get chosen, that they actually tell you it doesn't happen. Like...ever.
I slipped through the cracks of Panhellenic Recruitment. No one had me on their list. I didn't get my first, second, or third pick.
I went home to my mom that weekend, feeling sad and rejected. Confused.
"God? Why did you do that?"
I'm sure a lot of you have asked the same question at some point in your life. Maybe it's because you didn't get the job you wanted. Maybe your kid made a bad decision. Maybe you got cut from a sports team. Maybe your boyfriend or girlfriend broke up with you.
The weight of the world falls heavy on our shoulders.
I have learned that God never promises us an easy road, but He always promises the most fulfilling one, even in the midst of rejection and failure.
I had feelings like this just last week -feeling deflated. Like a failure. I got an email from Trent that really turned my day around...
By number 25 I was flat out bawling. I have a good husband.
He went on to quote Psalm 139:
You have searched me, Lord,
and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue
you, Lord, know it completely.
You hem me in behind and before,
and you lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I got up to the heavens, you are there;
If I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,"
even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
He wrote a beautiful note of encouragement and ended with this:
"Embrace who you are just like God embraces who you are, and just like I embrace who you are."
I wanted to share this with you today, incase any of you out there have had recent feelings of rejection or failure.
God is present in your darkest moments.
You are fearfully and wonderfully made.