The class I’m currently enrolled in is the hardest class yet. There is so much material and it’s so dense and I don’t understand all of it. I typically read assignments twice because I seriously don’t understand the material the first time. And that reading things twice business? IT TAKES FOREVER.

Every time I enroll in a class I have a little bit of fear that that will be the class that gets the best of me. So far, I have had success in all of my classes. Great success, even.

I seem to have met my match in Theories of Counseling.

I am worried about this class, although as I type those very words, God whispers to me, “Oh. Did you think you were doing all of that other stuff? Nope. That was me. Trust me. I haven’t brought you this far to drop you off to fend for yourself now. Trust me, child.”

Oh, Lord, open my mind to receive this information! Give me the ability to think, to concentrate, to focus. Every good thing comes from you, Heavenly Father. Every good thing. You are the creator and giver of all knowledge and wisdom. I need you to help me.

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Holiday Song of the Day: I Want A Hippopotamus for Christmas
(Because really, who doesn’t?)

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