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A month ago I quit school. Well, I actually quit in my head. I woke up and told myself, There’s no way I can get caught up with this Algebra class. I’m just going to go in and withdrawal and be done with it. The whole hospital thing had done me in. My mind was set. I was done with school.
An hour later I walked out registered for the Fall semester and had 13 days to pass my final Algebra class. There were two tests I had to make up – the last chapter and the final exam. I honestly had no idea how I was going to survive those next two weeks or what I was going to do, but God reminded me he had brought me this far, we weren’t giving up now.
I sought out a tutor. I studied. I fought. I studied. I quit. Then I took the first test.

And I failed. 
Days before that test, Donald Miller had reminded me to ask myself what I wanted to see about that day when I looked back a year later. Did I want to see myself crying and throwing a fit or digging in and agreeing I still had some work to do? I chose the latter.
I had four more days before my final exam and I spent at least 20 hours studying. My tutor clenched her teeth with me. We studied. I fought. We studied. I quit. Then I took the final exam.
And I failed. I mean really failed. Like 32% failed.
Though I had failed on that piece of paper, I knew without a doubt I had just conquered one of the biggest trials in my life to date. You see, I’ve spent the last two years fighting through four Algebra classes. I’ve cried more tears than I care to admit. I quit at least once a week. I even shed a little blood in the process.
But I made it.
I passed the class with a D. To me that was like seeing an A. That grade means I am done with math. I never have to look at an Algebra class again. That grade reminds me of perseverance.
It reminds me of the BIG God that we serve.
These last two years and the foreign language of Algebra will go down in the history books as one of the biggest lessons and trials of my life. If you haven’t figured out yet, math isn’t my subject. I will look back on the day I took my last math final and be reminded of God’s grace and strength as I trudged through the mud of this phase in life.

“If He brings you to it, He’ll get you through it.  – Joyce Meyer

Whatever is happening in your life today that appears as though you’ll never see the end of the tunnel, the end is near. Keep going. Keep taking the next step. I promise it’ll be worth it.
Don’t quit before the miracle happens. 
Though I won’t use 90% of the things I learned through these courses, I take away more than a slight understanding of Polynomials. I walk away with the satisfaction of knowing I completed something. I pushed through. I drew nearer to my Father in Heaven because I knew I couldn’t do this thing on my own.
What do you need to push through today? Comment below…
 

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