God can work through our mistakes.
I skipped a bunch of classes last semester. In a particular writing course, the department mandated automatic failure after a certain number of absences. I received an email from my instructor saying that I was one over that number. She advised me to take it up with the department head. I spoke with him and between the two of them, they decided that I should have to retake the class the next semester. I could have fought this, because 1) I wasn't informed of the policy (that aheres ONLY to this department) and 2) The policy itself requires that the teacher both inform the students and update them on their attendence if they are within 2 absences of the automatic failure. The teacher met neither of these requirements, but I felt peace about the situation. The dept. chair asked how I felt and I just told him "I'm a little bummed, but I believe that this will turn out incredible. All things come together for good for those who love God."
I signed up for the writing course this semester and just began this morning. I sat down and looked to my righthand side, sitting there was my childhood girlfriend. We had dated in junior high school (fribbles at friendlies!) and even went to each others proms. I stopped keeping in touch with her after high school. Last I heard, she was living in Virginia, but now she's sitting in my classroom in Long Island, New York. There were 55 seperate sections of this one writing course offered this semester. I chose the one with Brittany in it. Needless to say that we reconnected instantly (I nearly fell out of my chair) and we'll be meeting up later this week.
As if this wasn't enough, after class ends I go to another one and then head to a lounge for an hour or two before my next class begins. I'm sitting in the lounge and my phone dies. I ask the guy sitting in the corner if I can use his, and he turns to me and says, "Of course, you're my second cousin, right?" The guy was Tommy, a distant cousin that I haven't seen since Junior High School. We were never particularly close, but he was a year older and a real popular jock in high school. He was a really nice guy, and always checked up on me throughout the day. We reconnected as well, and we'll be getting a burger together.
If I had stayed in that writing course last semester, and not been dropped, I would never have taken the morning writing course this semester. This means that I would never have seen Brittany. If I had not been dropped from last semesters course, I would have scheduled a class during the time that I was on break. This means that I would never have seen Tommy.
What a wonderful present to me from our Lord! Oh yeah, and today is my birthday! Happy birthday to me!!! Praise Him!