Sweet Taste of Humble Pie

I wrapped up another term of massage therapy school this week, and I feel especially lighter after this one.

I took a class that, for the first time in the program, really kicked my butt.  I failed a midterm (and initially thought I’d done well on it) and suffered a bit of a bruised ego.  Humility is rarely a fun feeling, and in this case it was extra frustrating because I knew what I needed to do...join the study group. 

I’ve always been pretty independent, and asking for help is still pretty uncomfortable for me, even after the wedding planning process! (I got a lot of practice asking for help there...)  I also happen to be quite the introvert, so reaching out to people I don’t know well tends to make me sweat.  

All in all - I LIKE TO DO THINGS ALONE!

So, I was not excited about the prospect of studying with my classmates whom I barely knew and only interacted with on a fairly surface “classmate” level.

But then I met Tamara.  And not only did she help me pass the class, but she’s also becoming a friend.  Who’d a thunk?

A great study buddy...and as I found out just this past week...one of the few fellow Christians in the massage program.  (Meeting another Christian outside of a church is not a super common occurrence in Eugene to begin with, much less in the massage program!)  

I guess I write all this to share a little glimpse into God doing His thing once again...out of a failed test, I ate some humble pie and got a new friend out of the deal.  

I’ll take that over an easy A any day.