Amazing Grace

The grace of God is so beautiful. Words really cannot do this concept any justice. I can only relate an instance in my life to only a sliver of to how great it is. So this past spring semester I took this math class. I hate math, but this is a necessary evil that I had to endure. Since it was a necessary evil, I did not do too pretty and by that I mean failing.

Now I have to qualify what I mean by failing, since I am a person of two cultures. This is not "Asian failing" where you get a "B" or the inconceivable "C" and you're disowned and declared as not worthy of anything. NO! This is straight up, "Am I going to have to take this class again and will I get high enough on the exam so I can pass the class?" kind of failing. Naturally, I was ever anxious and was studying like crazy for the final.

After that monster of an exam was said and done, all I could do was wait. A couple days after the monster had shown its face, I saw the instructor for the class among the stacks of DVDs at the library. The first thing she said to me was I did not fail. This is somewhat disheartening when first hearing, but I'd talked with her previously about my chances of passing this class. She told me bluntly, which I had asked her to, that I was pretty much screwed if I didn't pass this exam. One can imagine how ecstatic and grateful I was upon hearing that I had passed. She was too. Although it shows up as D- on my transcript, I praise the Good Lord above for it.

In my moments of desperation, I was shown an instance of grace. I celebrate in the fact that I don't have to take anymore math in college and that I passed! Oooh, oooh, how amazing and sweet grace is!