Going back to school at 30 was one of the hardest things I'd ever done. I took classes - hard classes, like microbiology and anatomy - for a year before applying to the program I dreamed of. I was accepted, and started an even harder journey at 31. It was unbelievably challenging. We watched as girls dropped out, one by one, and we lost almost 1/3 of our class in the first year.
I was terrified and overwhelmed. I hung onto to God, grabbed onto scriptures and song lyrics and every promise that could give me hope. The song became my anthem. I seemed to hear it every day, every time I got in the car to cry all the way to school, every time a skill or a project or a class drove me to despair and I thought I would never make it.
Now it's over. The song that I held so close to my heart as my battle anthem is now my victory song. It gave me hope. It carried me through. It reminded me that God is faithful. Now I hold the proof in my hands - and the song in my heart.
My graduation day, just before receiving my Associate of Applied Science in Dental Hygiene