You can literally look at my college records and see when I accepted the Lord. You see, when I had come home for Christmas that year, my dad had a “gift” for me. It was a letter, from the university, stating that I had been placed on academic probation.
It wasn’t a lack of intelligence that caused Birdie’s failing grades. It was because she didn’t care. She was out late with friends. She missed classes. She didn’t turn in her work. On top of that, she traveled a lot with the bands.
One day, I handed my World History professor an official excused-absence notice from the music department before class.
He was a handsome tall Texan and we all had a “crush” on him.
He said: "Girl, you tell those folks in the music department that you’re gonna fail world history if you keep missing class - even if you are excused!"
But when I returned to college after Christmas break, this rebel changed! Rebecca rode back to school with me. We carried our luggage into the dorm room we shared and Rebecca leveled her eyes at me and said:
“From this point on, you won’t make anything less than a B in any class you take!”