My middle name

I had a really disappointing day yesterday. I found out that one of the Universities I applied to didn't accept me. So now there's one left- all or nothing. Beyond that I've had quite a few "bad" days lately, and things not always going according to plan. (do they ever? : ) I've always wondered if there wasn't something about my middle name. You see, it's as if I can let things get me down, but they can't keep me down for long. It was crazy, yesterday I was upset- and probably had a good reason to be. But in the middle of it, it's like God was reminding me that I've had a lot of times where things didn't appear to be going right, and almost everything I've done that has been what I was supposed to do- has never really been easy. In the end it requires me to just say "God, you know what you're doing- I've done all that I can on my end, and where ever you lead, that's where I'm supposed to be." I don't want to forget that going to college, going to Ireland, and then Northern Ireland and then going back has been hard. That's the only way it's beautiful. For me to see all the things that shouldn't have worked out that did. Oh, and by the way, what does my middle name have to do with any of this? My middle name is Hope. It' s always been kind of a reminder to me. Through all circumstances, when nothing looks as if it's going right. I always have that, and it doesn't come from me. It something from God that he's placed inside me. That is why I have trouble staying "down" for any long peroid of time. How can I when I look at everything that has happened in my life. What good reason do I have not to hope? God has never lead me wrong and never will. Whatever the outcome......