First test of the semester—of the year—tomorrow. I studied A LOT for it, but, as always, I feel like it wasn't enough.
But I'm shooing from my mind the false guilt that says I didn't work hard enough.
And I'm reminding myself and reminding myself and reminding myself that even if I see this on my test when I get it back,
life is not a stock market, my own personal value cannot go up and down, and I am outrageously loved.
(Graham Cooke, played during Monday's chapel.)