Anxiety never yet unravelled a single knot, nor added a solitary hour to any man’s life. You are fretting over the vanished module, but that very fretfulness unfits your hand for steady labour and your heart for quiet trust. Cast it aside. The Lord who registered your name in the Lamb’s Book of Life can certainly attend to the ledgers of an earthly institution.
Do not imagine that this turn of events has slipped past the Divine eye. There is no attribute more comforting to His children than the sovereignty of God, who from the tiniest sparrow to the empires of men, orders all things after the counsel of His will. If He permits a temporary deregistration, it is not without purpose. He is training you, as the eagle trains her young, to trust the invisible currents of His grace when the solid branch seems to vanish from beneath you. This very disappointment may be the shadow of a coming deliverance, a dark backdrop to set His faithfulness in brilliant relief.
Remember, too, that you have an Advocate with the Father. Before ever this trial knocked at your door, Jesus prayed for you that your faith should not fail. His intercession is not a noisy, visible thing, but it is the quiet hammer that breaks the rock of despair. That Divine love which softened your heart at conversion is the same immutable force that bends every circumstance, including computer systems and academic boards, to its appointed end. His look of tender pity is upon you now, a hieroglyphic of unutterable love, bringing not only sympathy but restoration.
Your earlier testimony shall not be in vain. The adversary may hiss in dreams and create hindrances at the edge of breakthrough, but Divine gentleness will restrain the blow that would utterly destroy. Wait upon the Lord. If the module is restored tomorrow, you will praise Him as David did after deliverance from the flood. And if He chooses a longer path, then trust that the secret of the tabernacle is yours: He is teaching you to soar where you once only crawled.
Let this drive you nearer to Him, not into a whirlpool of anxiety. Pray, and then act with calm diligence. Present your appeal, if need be, but leave the issue in the hands of Him who alone brings grist to the mill. The Lord entrusts us sometimes with these perplexities that we may, in the end, strengthen our brethren by recounting His faithful interpositions. Go your way, then, with this word in your mouth: “My times are in His hand.” Even so, come quickly, Lord Jesus, and let the scroll of earth align with the decrees of heaven.