Why am I here? Pt.2
Being pressured by my parents to choose Waterloo over many other opportunities resulted in loss of a few friends. I had to learn in the hard way when I found myself spending my Christmas sitting at home watching TV. Although the friends that I have lost may be irreplaceable, it does not mean that I did not make any new friends.
I've come to known quite a number of people since I came here in September. The very first thing that I noticed was that the people here were a lot more individualistic than the ones I knew from before. Although being individualistic is not necessarily a bad thing, when I tried to stand on my own to fit in, I found myself falling.
I have fallen, and who is there to help me up? I could not possibly ask my classmates because most of them are all busy trying to cover their own "asses" for a lack of a better word. There was no sense of unity to be found in my class. What I saw in my high school friends, I failed to find in my college ones. Was that why I was too afraid to ask for help?
I beleve it was the power of prayer that bound myself and the others together when we were in high school. I was not afraid to ask for help we were one. But what I failed to realize until now was the true source of the help that I've always had.
Help does indeed comes from God. And he will definitely help me up for I've fallen. Would my parents be gracious enough to understand my failure?
2 Corinthians 12:9-10
Three times I did that, and then he told me,
My grace is enough; it's all you need.
My strength comes into its own in your weakness.
Once I heard that, I was glad to let it happen. I quit focusing on the handicap and began appreciating the gift. It was a case of Christ's strength moving in on my weakness. Now I take limitations in stride, and with good cheer, these limitations that cut me down to size - abuse, accidents, opposition, bad breaks. I just let Christ take over! And so the weaker I get, the stronger I become.