My worst can be my best

In my senior year of college I decided to take The History of the American English Language for fun.  I still remember sitting in the chair and debating over whether this extra class was worth it (I was a math major).  When the professor, Dr. Glyer, opened us in prayer, I was hooked.  It ended up being one of my favorite classes, and she one of my favorite professors.

At one point in the course we were peer-reviewing one another's papers in groups of 4.  We had all read a girl's paper and were supposed to engage in dialogue about her strengths and weaknesses regarding the paper.  We all agreed that her strengths were in the introductory sentence of each paragraph that connected the last paragraph to the new paragraph.  I sat surprised when she told us that this was her greatest weakness in writing.  Her greatest insecurity, to us, was her greatest feature.

Fast forward to a week or so ago.

As I was driving through town without children - a luxury :) - I was thinking about my insecurities.  I was thinking about how I feel insecure in knowing how to be a good mom.  I feel insecure in knowing how to be intentional with my time, and to really know how to listen to my children and make them feel understood while also challenging them to grow.  I feel insecure in SO many things regarding my kids.

Well, my memory took a turn towards Dr. Glyer's class and the girl who struggled with her sentences.  If you know me well, you know my brain kind of jumps.  The jumps always make sense - well, to me atleast :)  So, it jumped a few times and landed on the memory from Dr. Glyer's class.  When I thought about this girl I was so encouraged.  She took extra time to focus on her weakness and to work on growing.  While she felt incredibly insecure about her sentences, we all, as outsiders, applauded this very aspect of her writing.  If to others her weaknesses were viewed as strengths, maybe one day mine may be viewed the same.

It is easy to look at my own shortcomings and become discouraged.  I see myself in a specific light, and assume others do as well.  I am encouraged to keep working on my weaknesses, and to trust God that He is making me strong.  I am encouraged that maybe these things that I struggle with may also be viewed as strengths and blessings to others.  Remembering that girls inspired me to continue on, instead of getting lost in the sorrow of it all.

I'm glad I stayed in that class.  The class itself was awesome, but the impact of that girl, and the continued inspiration I have experienced in knowing Dr. Glyer have been more than I could have imagined.