So we chug along. Between her job and my scheduled activities, we have a hard time getting together. She called yesterday, very excited, to tell me her new idea. The time before last that we met I asked her to write a page on one topic that she knows a lot about—a full page. Her siblings, or her schooling, or food, or her children, places she’s lived, her parents, and so on. She said she didn’t have any paper, so I gave her my mostly used-up legal pad.
The next time I saw her, she said she’d forgotten her page of writing, so she redid it during church.
And the sermon was about?
She’d written a list of words and identified parts of speech for each word. About two-thirds were correct.
Once again, I told her, “Okay. For the next time, write one page on a specific topic and we’ll talk about what’s good and what needs correction on that. Then we’ll go from there.”
“I’ll do that before Sunday and have it for you then,” she promised.
“Right! I’m glad you realize that. You just bring your essay to me Sunday and I’ll bring my red pen.”
She laughed. “Yes, your red pen! And what did you say I’m supposed to write? What’s an S-A?”
I explained.
“The end of a matter is better than its beginning, and patience is better than pride” (Ecclesiastes 7:8.)
We’ll see what Sunday brings. And what Letitia brings on Sunday.
