writing a paper

Every time I write a paper for class, it is such painful experience. I need put ideas into words is like give birth to a baby. Then I need to face my grammar errors when Danny proves read my paper. For many many times, I wonder why I do that to myself. I can just be a housewife and live a comfortable life. Once again, the calling that God give to me come to my mind. I have to continue no matter how hard the journey is.

Again, I will experience another miracle from write half of pages so far to 3-5 pages tonight. Danny will prove read my paper tonight. Tomorrow night he need go to Stony Brook. The only thing I can do is hold on to God. "God, help me!" Then I will wait until the words come to my mind. The good thing is that God want me to go back to school. I am sure He will help me this time again.