I don't know if you've ever been put into a classroom where you felt like things were going way over your head. By the end of the class you felt like you had stretched portions of your brain, to try and grasp what was being taught to only barely get a hold of what it was. . . and you for sure couldn't have explained it if someone had bothered to ask you what they had just told you in that class room.
There have been times I felt that way in an actual school setting but my most resent classes have been more of the spiritual nature. Believe me, there are times it feels like a school desk and papers, pens and books, would be easier at times; more tangible, easier to research, google info about, or ask another student on. And of course when really in a pinch we always hope for a nice teacher who has time in her/his busy schedule to explain to the "thick heads" of us, the details of the lesson that we couldn't grasp.
Hmmm . . . the school of life ... when your thrown into a "class room" that is way beyond your ability to understand; you really thought your Teacher knew that you were in the first year of college, not the fifth. But why do you find yourself in this class? This isn't where your suppose to be! Or is it?
One thing stands true when finding myself in such a state, I really can trust my Teacher. He really does know what He's doing and knows how much I can handle (though there are times you really wonder). My Teacher knows me better then I know myself and obviously He must have known I could handle this class, or He wouldn't have put me here. And when I'm straining to grasp what it is that He's trying to teach me, I stop to look up into His face and see His warm reassuring smile, feel His love and presence around me and I know, it will be alright. I may not understand it all now. I may not get all that He's trying to teach me, but in time He will explain. It may take awhile; this Teacher's ways are far above mine, but I thank Him for His patience . . . Thank Him for being my Teacher!!!! : )
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