Take, for example, going to meet a professor to talk about all of the reasons why I got a poor grade on an english paper. I did not want to go. I know what a loser I am; I don't really care to discuss it in full detail with my professor. But I had to, so I did. It wasn't pleasant, but it was profitable.
Or...apologizing to someone I don't know well. I would really rather not - really rather not. But it is good, in its own ugly, uncomfortable way.
I think I am growing up, at least a little.
"Well I've never been much for the baring of soul
In the presence of any man
I'd rather keep to myself all safe and secure
In the arms of a sinner I am
Could it be that my worth should depend
By the crimson stained grace on a hand
And like a lamp on a hill Lord I pray in Your will
to reveal all of You that I can."
Jennifer Knapp, Martyrs and Thieves
3 comments:
Gosh I can't read your blog without feeling sad and some what teary. I'm so happy that Hillsdale is working out for you, but I wish it wasn't so far away.
It was good to talk with you yesterday. Feel free to call me whenever you have some free time and you feel like it. :D
Did someone come at you like a bull moose again?
I wonder if learning is ever easy, but it is always good.
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