Last night I was thinking back to the early stages of this cancer ordeal and how I felt at that time. I remember having a completely wrong idea of what I was in store for when I was first diagnosed and how I was snapped into reality the first time I saw the surgeon and he explained the road that lay ahead, how overwhelming and frightening it all was. And I remember leaving his office thinking, “Uh, Lord, this isn’t what I signed up for. I think I’m in the wrong class.”
I had that happen a few times in college. The first day of classes was always a little hectic and hurried and I’d sit in a lecture thinking I was in the right class only to find out I was in the wrong place at the right time. Contemporary Women’s Liberation Theory wasn’t what I had signed up for.
Now, fast-forward almost seven months (has it been that long?) and I know that though I didn’t sign up for this class, I’m in it and I am indeed learning.
I’m learning how to be a person, how to feel and emote and struggle and triumph. I’m learning how to be honest with myself and others and God. I’m learning how to loosen my grip and even let go, how to empathize, how to encourage, and how to trust.
Life’s classroom isn’t always easy and it surely isn’t always something we volunteer for, but it is an opportunity to learn and grow. Yes, sometimes the learning is hard and growing is harder but I’m hoping to someday look back on this and see that it was beneficial, that the lessons I’m learning here I could only have learned by sitting in this class.
Now, about the saying “the proof is in the pudding.” No one commented on it! Some sources say it dates back as early as the fifteenth century and the original saying is “The proof of the pudding is in the eating” (we’ve shortened it over time), meaning the validity of something can only be found in the testing of it. You think your pudding is so great, well, let me eat it and we’ll just see about that.
Here’s another one for you. Where did the saying “It costs an arm and leg” come from? I’ll tell you tomorrow.