Favorite

When I was about 13 years old, I went home from school crying to my father because my teacher had made me feel like I was a complete idiot. She had asked the class what the square root of pie was, and being a topic of conversation with my father the night before, I raised my hand, and she called on the other girl, her favorite. How do I know she was her favorite? Well, she did take her home from school everyday, she did buy her school clothes at the beginning of the year, she did make sure she was elected class president, the list can go on and on, but the point is, she was the favorite and I wasn't. Along with her not picking me to answer the question, Thee favorite go it wrong, and when I busted out in laughter when she said it was correct, I think I made myself an even bigger target. She said "The square root of pie is 1.74225" and I was like um no...ahahahhaha. So my teacher gave me the eye, and she was like "Well if your so smart then what is the square root of pie"? Sweat suddenly started dripping off my face, as if someone had watered me down with a water hose, it was hilarious but the pressure was on and I said, "Since your favorite got it wrong Ill say the correct answer then we can move on". Ha! The nerve I had to speak so boldly to my teacher, as her eye widened and the words were beginning to roll off her mouth I said " The square root is 1.772453850905516027298167483314 and it has to be right or else my dads a liar". Standing there with her mouth wide open, eyes as wide as her hips, she says "Your wrong, and your father is a liar because there is no square root to a square root, there is a square root to pie, and you didn't say pie therefor your incorrect". (Tears...lots n lots of tears). From this day on I have made an assesment of myself, and I am my own worst critic, Since that horrific day in Jr High, I can honestly say I doubt myself in almost everything I do. Whether Im right or wrong, I doubt. I was reading the word today and I interpreted that doubt is not something that we should have if we are a child of Christ. Thats going to be hard, but I must say, it will be nice not to have to depend on the assurance of others and the walls I have put up for so long. Wow..God you are the lover of my soul!