Vocabulary has entered the realm of my home in a much bigger way this year!
All week long my 6th grade daughter has moaned and griped and complained about her vocabulary homework. Sentences, antonyms, synonyms, parts of speech.. the whole 9 yards. She became confident in her knowledge of the definitions of words like besieged, dispatched, libel, gainful, forsake, recede, repast, irk, inept, ingenious…she was “ready” for the test on Friday. But she rolled her eyes at all the amounts of homework over the week, sure that it was all unnecessary since she already knew what the words “meant”.
and the Lord works in mysterious ways….
Then, Thursday night, she got hurt, sliced a few layers of skin from her knee in a bicycle accident, and was unable to attend school on Friday. (open wound scenario not a good mix with a school with unknown bacteria floating around!!) I spoke with her teacher and she assured me she would allow her to take the vocabulary test on Monday. Well, then we get word from my daughters friends over the weekend that this test was not like any other vocabulary test they’ve ever had! This test was all about finding antonyms, synonyms, parts of speech!!! There was NO “matching words to definitions” like they all expected.
As I tried to explain to my daughter that perhaps her teacher was trying to prepare her for this exact test all week long. Perhaps her teacher was actually helping her out by assigning all that “unnecessary homework”. Perhaps her teacher knew what was coming all along.
And a light bulb went off in my head as the words were still moistening my lips.
How often do I question and complain about the various trials in my own life? How often do I think “this is ridiculous.. why on earth is this happening? And forget that I have a VERY WISE and LOVING Father in heaven who KNOWS what’s up ahead for me, and what lessons I need to learn before reaching that future?
How can I can encourage my daughter to trust her teacher, and then fail at trusting the Lord with being my teacher?
I saw how my daughter believed she “knew enough” and believed that she was “good enough”.
And I see how we do the same with our own lives. And I’m humbled and repentant. I don’t know better than Him… just as my daughter doesn’t know better than her teacher. I don’t know enough to get by or have the right answers for future tests until I’ve completed each task the Father assigns me today.
Using the vocabulary words we studied this weekend,,
I am totally inept, and will forsake my own understanding and expressly denounce my misgivings. I will look towards the ingenious and immensely all knowing God with complete trust that his purposes for me are gainful in the long run.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future”