This weekend, I had a bit of a breakdown. I almost cried, if that tells you anything (it should). Okay, so one or two tears may have actually fallen from my eyes. What can I say? I was stressed out. The end of the semester is upon us, and I was neither mentally nor homeworkly (new word) prepared. Naturally, I left God out of it. I got totally caught up in my dread of late-nights to come, and I forgot that my Father is the Creator of the universe, and that to him, a paper, a couple exams, and a few projects "ain't no thang" (as the cool kids would say).
The cool part, though–the part that made this whole story blog-worthy–is the fact that even though I was all caught up in my own little stress bubble, even though I was actively ignoring the fact that saying a prayer and entrusting my situation to God would probably help me relieve some anxiety, God still took care of things. By the next day, I felt refreshed and ready to take on the world! Or at least the large amount of homework that stands between me and the end of this semester.
So I guess the point of this uncharacteristically short post is that even when we feel like hope is lost, when we think there's no way out and we won't possibly survive (these may or may not be some of the thoughts I had in relation to my end-of--semester workload), God is still working. Even when we don't want to trust him. Even when we are afraid to let our guard down. God makes the seemingly impossible, possible. I mean, really, if Joshua was able to bring down the wall of Jericho with excessive walking and some horns, imagine what God can do for my measly (in His eyes, not mine) pile of homework if I let him!
How's the end of the semester going for you? Are you as stressed out as me, or are you keeping your cool? Leave a comment!