In which we learn some valuable lessons

In the past 2 years, I've learned that everything is nothing if God isn't in what you're doing. I have lost count of the times I studied my brains out for a test, only to fail it miserably. It wasn't because I didn't know the material -- I still remember a lot of the information I learned in those classes.

My grades were so low that my dream became impossible. I had to change my major. I loved my Psychology classes and had done very well in them with little or no studying. I decided to change to psychology. Then I took a writing class and I absolutely loved it and decided to add literature and creative writing to my repertoire. In the spring semester, my lowest grade was a B in speech, a class required to graduate but not part of either major.

Then I decided to take summer classes. I took a psychology class in June, and that completely rocked. Based on tests alone, I got an A- in the class. If the professor takes attendence into consideration, I'm sure I'll have an A because I never missed class. Now I'm taking a literature class. This is by far the most intense class I've ever taken. I didn't have time to study much for my test on Tuesday, and when my classmates asked me if I was ready for the test, I said, "I don't care. I just want it to be done . . . " They laughed and said, "I wish I could have that attitude . . . " When I looked at the test, I freaked out because I didn't have a clue about half of the questions. I answered the ones that I knew and then I prayed that the Lord would help me to remember the rest. I scribbled down things that sounded intelligent and like it might be right and then I turned it in with much fear and trembling. I got my test back yesterday, and I was thrilled to see that I had gotten 110/110 -- a percentage of 110%!! (Ten points extra credit.) Little is much when God is in it!

Later in class, I asked my Buddhist professor how to cite Bible passages in papers. I had been talking to Kelly about the evil books/films we're doing in my class, and we prayed that I'd be able to be a light in the darkness of the class. My professor told me that you just have to be sure to note which translation you used and I said, "got it -- NKJ right there." My professor said, "I like the old King James best myself." I thought to myself, "since when have you ever read the Bible??" But I said, "They're pretty much the same -- In this verse in my paper, the only word that is different is this one" and I pointed to the word "ravenous." She said, "Oh. What is it in the old King James?" I said, "I don't know, but I'll check. I have one in my bag." It was crazy! Yay!! I never dreamed that I'd ever open a Bible in front of a professor . . .
~MK