Picky
I just got my grade for Old Testament history, and it’s an A-. I should be happy, and really, I am. I just know that it should have been an A. I didn’t do my best on one third of my final, and my grade reflects that. I started out alright on the paper, but midway I lost focus and the end result was not my best work. So it earned a B. And it brought my grade down.
I keep asking myself as to why it’s bothering me. It shouldn’t. I can understand if I was still in high school. I was ultracompetitive back then when it came to grades. But that was a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. Right now, I’m coming up on my 33rd birthday. My grades don’t give me an identity. My identity is in God. And I think that is the crux of the matter. By not doing my best, I feel as if I let Him down, and that bothers me.
I know that I didn’t, that God doesn’t see it that way. But it’s how I feel. I know deep down that it’s my own sense of unworthiness that is making me feel this way. Satan is whispering in my ear that I failed…but God is shouting that He loves me the way that I am and that He’s proud of me. And in the end, that’s all that matters. So, I’ll take my A- and move on. God has more in store for me.