Let me start by giving you a little piece of my sob story that happened today and then show you how God took my horrible day and made it all better.
So on a normal day I wake up at 6:45 to go running. Waking up early is nothing new. Well this morning I had a paper I needed to work on before class so I had to skip running to work on that instead. I worked on my paper for a little while, then went downstairs to make coffee when I quickly realized I needed to register for my Winter Term Classes! I ran upstairs to register only to find I had "holds" on my account keeping me from registering... wah wah wah. So immediately I of course (knowing myself all too well) go into freak out mode. I call the admissions office, the lady tells me what my holds are about, I hang up the phone, steam coming out my ears. Next step in my mind... call dad. He usually makes things better so why not call him? For a brief second I thought, "no Katie you should probably calm yourself before you call him," but my impatience won out on that shoulder angel scenario quickly. So I attempt to explain my issues to my dad over the phone when all of a sudden I am just crying. Full on crying on the phone to my dad, who the poor thing just doesn't know what to do when that happens. Can I just tell you, that poor man has witnessed my tears more in this 6 months I have been at home, then probably ever in my life, even when I was tiny and would scrape my knees all up. He deserves a free pass of not witnessing tears until at least my wedding day. Good Heavens. Back to the story: I am crying on the phone, telling my dad I am this close ---><--- to quitting school! Just at House Church last night I wrote as my prayer request that I am so easily discouraged by school, so this to me was just the icing on the cake! After I did a bunch of phone calls, I got my holds taken care of, even though I am still waiting to be allowed to register. So then I get to school this morning. I got a D + on my pysch test. I was 1 point away from a C-. But even so I thought I did really well on this test, but apparently not. From there I went to the library where I proceeded to nearly dump my lap top in the potty. It missed the water and just fell right to the ground. I then started crying again, in the bathroom stall. Why am I such an emotional girly girl today?? When did tears become an active participant in my life? They used to be strangers to me. Is God softening my heart, or am I just too sensitive?
Anyways.. I was having myself quite the "woe-is-me" day until God reminded me I better get my act together and just take everything one step at a time. At least I have parents, siblings, friends supporting me! Also in the midst of my saddness I received a nice text from my bes fren Evan asking me how my long day was going. I swear that boy always knows when I am having a rough time. Thank you Lord for Dad's like mine, and friends like Evan. I am one blessed girl.
God thank you for being in control of my life especially when I am not! I cannot run my household someday on emotions alone. That won't get my family anywhere. Thank goodness he made men logical, because Lord knows that is not my strong point!
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