Shortly after, I went to church and was helping the rector set up. He said to me whilst setting up: “You know, we can make you a deaconess.”
My heart skipped a beat. “How?”
The bishop can review my transcripts and I can have an internship, the rector explained.
In my mind, I heard the Fail Horns playing in reverse. What? I can be a deaconess? After all what happened to me?
In about 10ish weeks, I will be interviewed by the diocesan bishop and he would put me on a programme. If it goes well, I would be inducted into the order.
I am very excited as this means the dark night of the soul is ending, or has ended. To have the dream restored and I can keep my job with my company. It cannot be coincidence that this happened after I forgave the professors who inflicted the great psychic harm. (Post hoc fallacy?)
I only have this to say: please pray for me.