So I met my language tutor earlier today for the first time. I know that I was never this excited/giddy for any of my Chinese classes. In fact, I was totally overwhelmed this morning with praise just thinking about how this has been a long time coming. Thankfully, I got all my joyful crying done before my teacher got here. Nothing spectacular happened during our hour and half together. We discussed how I want to study and looked through some really good material I had been given. We started the alphabet...I just stared at her mouth and did my darnedest to copy her. It was awesome. I totally suck but it was awesome none the less. And really, when I think about how nothing spectacular happened here at my dining room table, I can't help but imagine there was a loud shout of rejoicing in the heavens. Wouldn't you think that when our Father's will is being done here on earth, it is great cause for rejoicing in the realms unseen...
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