He hears you

I took a quiz today and I didn't do so great on it. It could have been worse, but it could have been better, and it left me really discouraged. The more I thought about it, the hazier my thinking got and the worse I felt. What am I doing? Maybe I've finally found the thing that I just can't do. What am I going to do on my test Thursday? And it just went downhill from there. Everything I'd been doing to prepare myself went out the window and my faith was gone with it. 

It bothered me for a long time. Then on our way to church, Ta asked me something about one of the questions that I'd been having trouble with on the quiz and I lost it just a little. My frustration came bubbling back to the surface, ready to grab me and drag me to the bottom of despair with me hardly kicking in resistance. I didn't take it out on him, I took it out on myself, and I wallowed in it for a good ten minutes. 

Then my head began to clear a little, and the distress slowly ebbed. I felt reason returning, and I gradually got my emotions under control enough that I could start reapplying logic to the problem. I worked it out out loud and got through it, and it made me feel just a little bit better. And I thanked him for letting me just get it out of my system and verbalize what I needed to.

And he said that's ok, that he was mad at himself for bringing up something that would upset me like that. And that the minute I'd started crying he'd started praying really really really hard. And he had only gotten out two "Lord help her"s before I'd started talking it out and had gotten better.

It's a great gift to have a Lord that will listen to your prayers. It's just as amazing when he gives you friends who will go to him on your behalf when you forget.