It's All Greek to Me!

Tuesday, September 11th was my first day of classes. Here's what it looked like:

• 7:30AM - Woke up. Got ready for day. Skipped devotions.
• 9:00AM - Left for school.
• 9:15AM - Arrived at school. Sat in the wrong class.
• 9:30AM - Realized my mistake and ran to the right class.
• 9:30-11:00AM - Class: "Perspectives on Biblical Languages"
• 11:00AM-12:00PM - Chapel
• 12:00-1:30PM - Community Groups (and lunch)
• 1:30-3:00PM - Class: "Christian Thought & Culture I"
• 3:00-4:00PM - TRIED to figure out Greek homework (with no success)
• 4:00-5:00PM - Section: "Christian Thought & Culture I"
• 5:15PM - Left school. Bought groceries.
• 6:45PM - Got home. Dropped groceries on the floor. Cimbed into shower.
• 7:45PM - Fell into bed.
• 11:45PM -- Woke up. Put away groceries. Cried. Cried and prayed. Cried and prayed. Prayed.

As an event planner in LA, it was not uncommon for me to work up to 14 hours in a day. So, I felt absolutely discouraged when I was so mentally, physically and emotionally exhausted after my first day of classes. During my late-night praying, I cried out "God, what am I doing here? What are you trying to teach me? If it's in Your will, please let me go back to LA." I was homesick. I was missing my friends, my brother and my mom. And why couldn't I figure out my Greek homework? I had a major breakdown.

I finally fell back asleep at 4:00AM after unsuccessfully tackling my Greek homework again.

BUT, the Lord is gracious. When I arrived at school the next morning (Wednesday), I realized that my classmates were just as confused as I was about Greek. We struggled together in the afternoon and were partially successful.

It is now Saturday. My lessons from the first day of classes are (1) don't skip my quiet time with God, (2) God is gracious and (3) the saying "It's all Greek to me" probably started with theology students.