Drinking From a Fire Hose

Several years ago I was doing what I love best: Reading information from some nonfiction book most others would consider a bore. This particular book was an up close and personal description of some of the best colleges and universities in the country. When it came to California Institute of Technology, the writer likened learning there to drinking out of a fire hose. No trickle or steady flow of information that could be leisurely and slowly sipped in and absorbed, but a forceful torrent of cerebral goods that threatens to drown or at least blast one back about 30 feet. That's what the last few months have been like for me. But the learning is good. It is so, so good. God has brought wise people into my life to speak truth to me in a language I understand. He has stopped me in my muddy tracks as I gain a new perspective on my murky and twisted perceptions of relationships and events. Indeed, he has gone so far as to even give me some much needed "light bulb" moments just when I am blundering around in the dark.

I hope to begin sharing these hard learned lessons in the near future before I forget them. Maybe they will make sense to somebody else, too.