I am often confused about what lesson I’m really supposed to be learning.
For example, this morning I was trying to knock out several Spanish lessons. My intentions were a lot better than my internet connection. I’ve done three lessons. Or rather, I’ve done two lessons. One of them I did twice because the internet kicked me off after I had finished it, but before I had been given credit for it. I did it again. This time, my internet stayed up long enough to give me credit for it. Then I finished a second lesson, only to be kicked off the net before Duolingo had acknowledged my accomplishment.
Uncharacteristically, I did not get too frustrated. I don’t know how much frustration is the right amount, but I suspect that I got it about right. For me, this is a miracle on the order of the parting of the Red Sea. I am an incredibly easily intimidated and frustrated individual.
What helped me to cross my own personal Red Sea and escape slavery? (And yes, my captivity to frustration and fear really is a form of slavery.) I think that what helped was that I realized what my real lesson was. Actually, there were two real lessons.
The first was that my goal is to learn Spanish, not to get points or get back to the Diamond level, which I briefly inhabited. This is a very important lesson that I am having to relearn every day. Spanish is not about points or rankings. Neither is life.
The second—and even more important—lesson is this: God is not simply interested in my learning of another language. God is interested in me learning to let my character be transformed. I am not a patient person. My piddling internet issues are helping me to learn patience.
In a sense, patience is the opposite of frustration. In a deeper sense, every frustration is an invitation to training for patience. Ultimately, character and its development comprise the real lesson.
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