Patience...
I’ve been struggling with what to write about for this blog posting. As a younger camp staff, I often felt like I didn’t have any stories to share at fireside, but then I realized that I might have more than I think. With this blog post, it was a similar situation. Then, just this morning, I had a moment that I thought would fit perfectly.
I think I wrote last time that I’m a student in translation at St. Boniface College. Most of my classes are in French, but I had to take one English class this year. This particular class was all about how to write university-level essays. I’ve been told that I’m pretty good at writing essays (and I have the marks to prove it), but I really don’t like it. I never feel like my thoughts get organized quite the way I want them to and I often feel like I don’t make a lot of sense. So, this English class was not one of my favourites, mainly because we had so many essays to write, and they kept getting longer every time.
Well, in this particular semester, I got really busy with a bunch of things, which resulted in me falling behind with some of my homework. For me, essays are bad enough at the best of times, but they’re even worse when you have to catch up on them later. To make a long story short, I finally got to the point where I had three essays – including my final research paper – that were so late that I’m still surprised that my prof didn’t just fail me in the course. And no matter what I told myself or what motivation I gave myself – including the whole “you need to pass to get your GPA up” talk – I just couldn’t get going on these essays.
Finally, I decided I just couldn’t do it all anymore and I decided I was going to do the other two essays, but not the research paper; I didn’t really have a topic, not much research and I was running out of time, and I didn’t know what else to do. I went to talk to my prof to tell him what I had decided and he managed to talk me back into doing the research paper. He helped me get my topic sorted out and to just generally get back on track and refocused. And I felt a whole lot better after I’d been to talk to him.
Now, you may be wondering, what does this all have to do with God? Well, some of the qualities that my professor showed are like what God does for us. One of my friends said recently that God “never stops believing in us, no matter how hopeless we feel.” My professor did the same thing. When I was ready to give up and lose a huge chunk of my course mark, he helped me see that I could still get the essay done. Before the situation got this bad, I had also set up deadlines for when I was going to get these essays in, but I never managed to make it and I was really starting to feel like I was letting my professor down. But he was patient and still let me keep trying. God does that for us too. No matter how many times we might feel like we’ve let him down, he still loves us and encourages us to keep doing our best. The important thing is to always remember that God is always with us and will always help us out, no matter how bad things get.
-Megan Friesen (Camp Counselor extraordinaire...Camp Assiniboia)
I think I wrote last time that I’m a student in translation at St. Boniface College. Most of my classes are in French, but I had to take one English class this year. This particular class was all about how to write university-level essays. I’ve been told that I’m pretty good at writing essays (and I have the marks to prove it), but I really don’t like it. I never feel like my thoughts get organized quite the way I want them to and I often feel like I don’t make a lot of sense. So, this English class was not one of my favourites, mainly because we had so many essays to write, and they kept getting longer every time.
Well, in this particular semester, I got really busy with a bunch of things, which resulted in me falling behind with some of my homework. For me, essays are bad enough at the best of times, but they’re even worse when you have to catch up on them later. To make a long story short, I finally got to the point where I had three essays – including my final research paper – that were so late that I’m still surprised that my prof didn’t just fail me in the course. And no matter what I told myself or what motivation I gave myself – including the whole “you need to pass to get your GPA up” talk – I just couldn’t get going on these essays.
Finally, I decided I just couldn’t do it all anymore and I decided I was going to do the other two essays, but not the research paper; I didn’t really have a topic, not much research and I was running out of time, and I didn’t know what else to do. I went to talk to my prof to tell him what I had decided and he managed to talk me back into doing the research paper. He helped me get my topic sorted out and to just generally get back on track and refocused. And I felt a whole lot better after I’d been to talk to him.
Now, you may be wondering, what does this all have to do with God? Well, some of the qualities that my professor showed are like what God does for us. One of my friends said recently that God “never stops believing in us, no matter how hopeless we feel.” My professor did the same thing. When I was ready to give up and lose a huge chunk of my course mark, he helped me see that I could still get the essay done. Before the situation got this bad, I had also set up deadlines for when I was going to get these essays in, but I never managed to make it and I was really starting to feel like I was letting my professor down. But he was patient and still let me keep trying. God does that for us too. No matter how many times we might feel like we’ve let him down, he still loves us and encourages us to keep doing our best. The important thing is to always remember that God is always with us and will always help us out, no matter how bad things get.
-Megan Friesen (Camp Counselor extraordinaire...Camp Assiniboia)
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