Failure is the stepping stone to success.
So sayeth someone. A 12-year-old me, in a 12-year-old’s predicament, embraced this quote, self-discipline and most importantly, prayer and depended on God to give me wisdom.
I failed in Chem. Yep, failed. Reason: I couldn’t for the life of (12-year-old)me comprehend it. I was down. I despaired. But there were another set of exams coming, the final term and 12-year old me didn’t just want to survive it. 12-year old me wanted to excel it.
I embraced this quote. I told myself that this was my step to success. It wasn’t a step-down. I pulled my chem text out. I laid my hands on it and prayed. I asked God to help me understand it, and give me wisdom and knowledge just like He did Solomon.
I sat down on my table, tidied it up and burned the midnight oil. I wrote up a time-table and stuck to it. Every day, every day I learned chemistry and I laid my hand on each page and prayed, each page you hear!
Exams were not far in sight, I devised a revision time-table where I revised each subject at least three times. I made mock tests, took them, corrected them, scored them and became my own teacher.
At the end of the year, I didn’t just excel in chemistry, I excelled in all the other subjects too by the grace of God. Twelve-year-old me learned a valuable lesson, twelve-year-old me also realized the value of prayer and grace, twelve-year-old me also understood the reaps of a self-disciplined life.
25-year-old me forgot all these lessons and the brave strong persevering heart of a 12-year-old me, in a 25-year-old’s predicament. Looking back, 25-year-old me is immensely proud of 12-year-old me and now let me take this booster of lessons, run my race, jump over my hurdles and touch the skies.