I recently ordered my college transcript to double-check something I listed on a resume. The classes and their corresponding grades read like a scrapbook to me. I saw the adequate, but somewhat lower grades for the semester I started dating the man who would become my husband. I recalled the semester where I had tested into the wrong math class, but ended up getting a much-celebrated “B” grade with a lot of tutoring. But, the one semester I remembered most, was when God stepped in to reveal that no, I can’t do it on my own.