Today I skipped class. Not because I don’t enjoy attending that particular class but because the syllabus forewarned us that we would be called upon at random to answer questions about the reading. Even after staying up late and getting up early to read and re-read the homework, I still didn’t grasp the concepts. So I skipped.
I wish I could have also skipped my study group this afternoon. I truly felt entirely lost but didn’t want to ask for help because we were trying to complete the assignment before everyone’s next class. However, knowing that I could potentially be called upon during the next class to explain the completed assignment, I contacted a couple people and requested help. Understandably, most people were already busy doing their own homework. Feeling totally helpless, I finally opened my assignment to try to muddle through on my own. The tears finally came as I realized that I just couldn’t teach this stuff to myself and had nowhere else to turn.
I had reached breaking point. At times like these I think that sometimes Heavenly Father is reaching out to me, just waiting for me to turn to Him but allowing me my agency. I prayed. I certainly didn’t know what would happen because there was no way to receive revelation just to understand the assignment. And just at that moment of hopelessness, my phone chimed and a friend said that his class had ended late but he had time to help me if I still needed it. I gratefully took him up on his offer.
This friend will never know that he was an answer to prayers or even how much it meant to me that he took 30 minutes out of his evening to explain some basic concepts to me. I can only hope that by my helping others, I can also be an instrument in the Lord’s hands.
1 comment:
You should tell him. You just reminded me how much I hate class when it's interactive. I can't believe you're taking so many of those...no thank you, ma'am.
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