My Confession.

I had my first language test today.

I cried before it even started and then gave a less than stellar performance. (I might have test anxiety).

I wandered around town for about an hour trying to find a book store that was BELOW the very store I started at. (I don't do directions in my own language well, let alone another language).

I had a semi-meltdown when the new TV we bought arrived. (I hate spending money).

I let internal expectations dictate my understanding of myself and others. (I have issues).

I am learning.

I am growing.

I am hoping.

To be not as I once was, to see not as I once have, but to emerge wholly changed.

To bear witness to a power that continues to transform, a strength that sustains, and a hope that dawns new every morning.

I don't know about you, but I am grateful that in death - is life.

Praise Him who makes all things new, even me.