The Test

After my well articulated post of taking it easy and letting life happen few weeks ago, I went ahead and did something absolutely rash last week. I signed up for the language test.

the registration for the exam is not a big deal, I mean normally people register for an exam they want to take next month or so. No sire, I wouldn’t be me without careless judgement. This test happened last weekend, that meant I had 6 days prior to prepare. How’s that for relinquishing control

Thus rolled in the beginning of what happened to be a really long week, I was recoiling from the death of my grandfather and somehow my brilliant plan was to distract myself by studying without ends each day. Na ja brilliant.

On the D day, I was beyond tired, kaputt as the Germans say, and well I couldn’t turn back now. I had already paid. Although I don’t consider myself a run-on-the mill lucky person, spring had just begun. This is the time of new beginning. If I was going to make a leap of faith, it had to be now.

So I did it anyway.

Out of the four fluency skills, I pride myself in my reading and understanding skills, I felt positive about that. Listening on the other hand, is not my forte. And writing? God knows that could go either way.

But the speaking. Oh the speaking part. I could count a million things wrong with it other than my enunciation skills. So there I, brain running on low glucose and less than optimal sleep. Hands fidgety. The self -confidence battery completely drained and naturally expected to speak Deutsch for 15 minutes.

Game over. I lost.

…or did I?

I told myself I’ll be okay either way the wind blows, tho honestly I lost hope. Today, I contacted the institute. The lady was kind enough to reveal my points, even though they officially aren’t to be revealed yet. Perhaps she had sufficient emotional intelligence to sense the desperation in my voice which provoked man’s most regal emotion, empathy. I’ll never know, and at the moment, I wasn’t really interested in that.

I have to say i’m shocked—in a good way. The scenario played out a lot different in my head. I will have to repeat a part of it, luckily not the whole. Now the question I can’t help but ask myself is, if I could go back, would I register for this test 6 days before it takes place, knowing I won’t make it all the way through?

At the risk of coming off stand-offish, Absolutely. I’m unapologetically non-penitent in this regard. I get no accolade for good judgement or relinquishing control. There’s a reason I don’t know how to swim. But I like to think I’m a student of life, I let life chew me up and spit me out.

Tomorrow, I’ll still climb the moon.

Matthew 11:28; Then Jesus said, “come to me , all you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest”.

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God’s plan

Everyday starts out the same—a longing yawn that spurs our entire organs to wakening. However they end differently. Sometimes different is good, other times it’s bad different. The high priestess draws are unpredictable

Sometimes we wake up with a single goal in mind like, find food, the next minute a dentist is sawing off your teeth like deranged miner drilling for nugget. There are times, your goal is to find yourself, then along the way you become enchanted by someone’s eyes— it’s always in the verdamnt eyes. You fall hard….deep…hard deep? and wind up in a whirlwind that drops you at the last station you’d want to be— a town hall at your own wedding.

Yes, God can change hearts. He turns the king into the fool, and the fool into the Pope

So here I am, self proclaimed anti-wedding conservative accepting a right standing romantic activist in a legal binding contract. Not only that, but this happens to be the first of four ceremonies which for some women is a gold plastered street with a rainbow at the end with a sack of gold beneath it.

Tja, when I said 2019 was going to be one hella year, this wasn’t exactly the scent I was trailing down. Now and again, I forget to introduce myself right.

I’ve often been asked how I feel. It’s a fleeting feeling I still can’t comprehend, but it’s calm and soothing like Ayurvedic tea after Yoga. What I do know is that I’m loving being able to call HIM, my husband.

To be safe, ask me again after all the Nigerian and Hungarian marriage schenedigans.

God's plan
Ephesians 5:25: “For husbands, this means love your wives, just as Christ loved the church. He gave up his life for her”

God's plan
Genesis 2:24: “Therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife, and they shall become one flesh.”
God's plan
Ephesians 4:2-3: “With all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love, eager to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace.”
God's plan
Colossians 3:14: “And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.”
God's plan
1 Corinthians 13:4-5: “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.”

And lastly, because it’s simply the best. Romans 8:28, And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them.

Thanks for stopping by to check on us. Enjoy a pleasant week ahead.