eating the elephant

Here's to breaking the silence.

It's a Thursday evening in Knoxville. I just cooked a delicious dinner (well... I cooked), my roommate is asleep on the couch, and there are textbooks in my room that need to be read. So of course I want to blog!

This Saturday is the start of 'football time in Tennessee', Boomsday, and a visit from my parents!

I've learned a lot so far this semester.

I've learned to trust more in the Sovereignty of God.

I've learned that the life given to God means it's given to Him in service in all aspects.

I've learned that I am not as good as I think I am when I'm placed in undesired circumstances.

I've learned that eating an elephant begins with one bite,continued by one bite at a time.

I've learned how to tweet properly.

I've learned how to throw a softball (depending on who you ask).

All these things that I've learned I've been taught. Often taught in uncomfortable ways.

Taught, without knowing it in the process.

Forcefully,

painfully,

graciously,

sovereignly,

Taught.

Thing is though, personally, I don't think I have passed these lessons. While I'll ask for a teachable heart- I resent lessons 'delivered' in less than pleasant ways; lessons that I experience through tears, instead of smiles; disappointment, instead of a sense of accomplishment.

And it's been a struggle. It still is. But I'm thankful that I am on some level, aware of the teaching that is occurring. In summary of this blog and of these thoughts-

Psalm 32:8

"I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go;

I will counsel you and watch over you"

What a promise!