two years ago, i was heading towards the middle of my last semester of college.
as a psychology major, i was required to take a senior seminar course as well as another capstone course called "scientific and philosophical theories in psychology."
tonight, i'm on my last semester of courses for grad school and i'm writing a paper.
this particular paper happens to be research-driven and is the longest thing I've written since my senior sem capstone paper.
in my journey to dig up my abstract from that paper for a refresher on how to write one, i came across and began reading my essays for my theories class.
there are two things you need to know about that class: it was hard. the professor liked to challenge you, and i think his ultimate goal was to make you question your identity and everything you thought you knew about yourself.
as i was skimming through those essays, i was all at once confused and impressed with my own writing, and swiftly remembered that the key to getting an "a" on those papers turned out to be never arriving at an actual conclusion, but rather dancing around an idea of values-realizing psychology or attempting in some small way to unpack a kierkegaard quote, and eventually admitting that i had not "arrived" as a person, or in my faith, or that i had somehow lost sight of all of it.
but then, i spotted this gem of a quote and suddenly remembered how that journey of trying to define myself led me only to realize instead the magnitude of God's grace and sovereignty. my prof had said it one day in class and i remember writing it down and then putting it on the bulletin board by my desk that evening: