While I was in my second semester as a freshman at North West University, a Christian college in Kirkland, Washington, I still have my first impression was used by a number of new experiences: the selection and course enrollment, juggling a load heavy work, the communication with my professors outside of classes by the new name of the new faces of my colleagues, and the like. Until then I had a handful of individual stories about what some of my colleagues who haveUniversity, but I looked more closely at my story to take on the intellectual, emotional and spiritual that led me to think about college, decide to get better as I could make the most of my collegiate experience. The core of what I learned then and what I like to have more contacts, the essence of what the Spirit of God to tell his students of various kinds in the kingdom earth today.
Given my past, struggles in school, it's really a miracle thatI never did in college. During my years in elementary school, my parents were ever willing to help me and my brothers with their homework and make sure that complete our orders, you earn cards from around the music we do. So it was a matter of course that I have listened in class and turned in all my work, but I did not start this case, my vote for me, until I entered the sixth grade. Seeing the trend of high notes, which are shown regularly on myassignments and tests are in, I know that I like best to earn excellent grades. My classmates as I have a smart girl, I liked that too, but I felt stigmatized by the board and the sound that many of their assessment of accompanying me.
I had not thought of, especially "cool" or better. I was shy, I wore glasses, and I did not want the hottest styles of clothing, all participated in the development of stigma that I was dressed, and the fact that I was very thin,physically. I had perfect gift for the class and never had in any trouble at school, but it was not exactly cool to be honest, who have contributed to the stigma still more. So called, in short, my colleagues tell me, is how intelligent, four eyes, skin and bone, goodie-two-shoes. In a word, they said I was a "nerd."
I wore the label "nerd" with me in my years of middle school. I continue to earn very good ratings, the management end to much of my work before leaving school for the day,so I usually had a lot of free time when I got home. Since I was still timid and had no friends outside of school, I spent a lot of my free time reading books and watching TV. Each afternoon, and consequently the evening, I could be read, for about six hours at a time, or watch television for about six hours at a time, since both activities gave me a kind of escape: when I'm in lost in a book or TV, recorded in my mind does not think the factother kids said I was a nerd.
Over time I came in high school, the pressure of the stigma changed subtly. I was just a nerd, I was just smart. For many of my colleagues, I was basically "a smart girl with glasses." Academic, I have always ranked in the top ten students in my class, sometimes even within the first three or four, because they are "intelligent." I started to Advanced Placement courses and exams, because I was smart. I never try to, orpopular person on campus, but I was certainly smart. I was too shy to join groups or clubs at school, or looking for sports and talent show, but I was smart again. I did not go to school dances or something to go, but the events were not "smart" people. Even if I go more and more in my Christian youth group and had very large involved in my church, which was where my involvement ends - in the church. A school is "intelligent" was all I had, andI was like a robot, handling my studies rather than religious, albeit slowly and almost unconsciously began to resent what has become the religion of my school.
Feeding the fear that I would never make it into the adult world, if not go to school directly after high school I took my SATs and college applications to finish my last year: Robot, religious, academic and grumbling going with the flow . After all, I quietly, automatically feeling that if Iwas not "smart" I was nothing, and if I do all the unknown world after school that would cost me less than I am, poor and alone. So, it was not at all helpful to me during my last year, I felt the Holy Spirit has called for the abolition of the college brochure and stop receiving applications. The mind is essentially a lock to do what I seemed to do all the other seniors with good grades, and so, as my colleagues have begun to receiveacceptance letters from several colleges and universities, I was more afraid of a future that I could not see or control, and sunk deeper into my resentment.
I wanted to leave school. At home I sometimes furious and sobbing over my homework before going back to school to collect and turn in my high score bitterly usual. I wish I had the academic recognition and award certificates in school assemblies, and then go home and throwAwards in the trash. Towards the end of the school, I was a lunch special for one of the top ten academic seniors invited, rather than the lunch I went home. Instead of going to school, I stayed at home. A few days after graduation, I went to the school office, the receptionist told me my diploma, I went home.
Not long after, I trusted my feeling resentful of my mother, and then I felt free,, What led me to do the Holy Spirit. Over the next few years, I spent much time in prayer, fasting and studying the word of God 'was during one of my moments of fasting that the spirit of something sharp important to me, I never thanked God for giving me been through thirteen years of school is actually the mercy of God that kept me in front had a high school (including kindergarten.) resist dropouts, its grace, which enables me until I received my diploma, hadhigh marks for data backup. So I repented, and gave thanks to God for the school years I had helped to pass.
I have even more in the church that I attended was involved, and since I had close to a group of young people who were also cultivated in search of the Lord, the many wonderful hours I spent with them usually led to discussions through the Word or improvised hour praise and prayer. It was during these years the approach to the people of God and piety want to give the Spirit, beganme a better picture of me. I was smart. I was nice. I was thrilled. I was an ombudsman. I was a talented writer. I had a number of things that I never thought or recognition that I will ever really. Actually, I was even more interesting - and slim glasses and all.
I began to appreciate not understand why God had allowed me to go straight from high school to college. If I had, I would go as a robot, rumble completion of my schoolThe religion with little more than a fear of future poverty concerns me. I would not have the time to learn more about who are in Christ God had not hasten my plans to disrupt a university, when I pulled into a closer relationship with him, so I better learn to recognize His voice took Discover a deeper understanding of his character and his kingdom.
So, six years after I finished school I again applied for college, always accepted only inSchool had asked me who happened to be the only school I wanted to ask: North West University. Through the acceptance of applications and production processes for school, I could see the hand of God at work. However, I must admit that my arrival was met at the school as a slap in the face. After school for six years and never seen a workload of college, I heard the amount of reading and research that is needed to overcome, and started at the endmy studies. I was not used to driving so much, they feel constantly on my commute to school exhausted, stuck in traffic, often spend almost an hour in the car early in the morning and another hour by car late in the afternoon. Sometimes I would be so busy studying that I forget to eat, the resulting pain in my head I remember something in my stomach. The fact that my body was not always like sleep as much as it has always been used toIn recent years, has done nothing to alleviate my headaches. I was so tired that I like to leave the boat to hear the first half.
But I could not give up. I know that God sent me to school to infiltrate the educational arena of the market with the counter-culture of his reign, and so I decided to make the most of the time in my life. Now I know I'm lovable, so I make eye contact with smile and I'm careful to press my colleagues, my pastTo start relations between teaching shyness. Although I never had the courage to audition for talent show in elementary school, middle school or high, now I know how passionate I am, I am standing in the talent show at my school, both my first and second year alone on in the first stage of a jam-packed chapel full of students and teachers, expressing my passion for my original spoken word pieces, and actually won the talent show my second year. Although I never joinedSchool classes or clubs before, now I know that I am a lawyer with, I was part of the team from the University of prayer. Now I know I'm attractive, I dress nice for school, that shoes with high heels and makeup every day, walking with my head and shoulders back - with my heavy backpack allows. Now I know that I am a talented writer, so I'm working hard to put my cards on the school, to find a way to Kingdom principles in my writing. I know I'm smart, so I continue my researchfor my teaching, so that my vote could accurately reflected the mind, God has blessed me with. Although I cynically avoided the recognition of my academic year in high school when I was at a party for whom he invited to the dean's list my first semester at school, I went and took my place at the front desk, accepting applause , and it helps me on a piece of delicious cheese cake.
But in the midst of my studies, especially during the initial frenzy, takeas a slap in the face is the temptation for me to climb back into the role of just "smart" to grow through the hard work suffered, and the robot, religious movements are the completion of my duties, with the sole objective of good always votes and everything.
But one afternoon in my second year, I told the Lord: "I do not want to be a smart girl. You never called me to be smart. She called me to be a genius. I do not thinkThe lady who gets good grades are. I want a woman who works his genius. I want my pending orders and work on masterpieces of genius. I want my service on campus, from the place of my wits. I think if I try first the kingdom and your righteousness infiltrate through the work of my wits for circuit training market with your culture, then all the other things like good grades, are simply added to me. "
It was not reallyI pray this prayer, but the Holy Spirit to pray through me God, the Lord is essentially saying to his word, for his kingdom on earth scholars alive. He wants all the citizens of his Kingdom academic - from school to graduate school, at home, school, medical school, Sunday school at the seminar - to make the best of genius from their studies and their educational experience, learning their jobs. Just as the Holy Spirit gave me a clearer picture of what we are in Christ,God wants his people to allow his spirit to guide us into all truth, show us the truth about us. (John 16:13) He wants to show us the truth about the treasure, the genius is in earthen vessels from within us. (II Corinthians 4:6, 7)
In fact, my trip to college was quite a struggle intellectual, emotional and mental health. But to know that every day at school is for me a miracle ", faithfulness, mercy and grace of God, I canConfidently say that I am not a nerd. I'm not smart. I am not religious, vengeful robot. Rather, I am sympathetic. I am passionate. I am a lawyer. I am a writer. I am attractive. I'm smart.
I'm a genius.
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