Tuesday morning I was feeling really sorry for myself. I was sick with the flu and had just read a comment from my professor on an assignment. I spent the day AND night having a great pity party. I even invited other people to the party. I even had the nerve to drag God into the fray. It wasn't until I was talking to one if my "guests" that I realized I hadn't given my all to the assignment. Once I realized that I was energized with a burst of confidence.
Pity was a waste of my God Grace. Pity sent me reeling away from what God had set out for me. Pity was a waste.