So I wanted to share with you some of the things that have been happening to me in the past 24 hours. Some of this is stuff I never thought I would be sharing via internet with thousands six people. It’s sort of long, but try to stick with me. It’s good.

I have been working for the past year or so to complete my Sociology degree. I already have a basic degree, based solely on credit hours, but not a degree in anything. My reason for having a degree in nothing is math. I am not exactly a math person. I failed a Statistics class. My last semester of college, I got sick and had to have surgery and I was out of classes for like, 3 weeks. I couldn’t catch up in math, so I failed. (I hate failure.)

For the past year, between working full time and all sorts of other fun stuff, I have been taking this math class again online. I was doing well enough, and finished up my last test in December. I was excited to have a degree in something, instead of nothing.

Since I was finished with the class, I started applying places. Going on job interviews for social work positions. I was excited. I had an interview yesterday morning that went amazingly well. They started calling my references and checking me out, so I am getting a little bit of confidence that they are going to offer me this job.

I had a great day and I was very excited. I went home from work last night and grabbed the mail. The bottom fell out. I had a letter from the college I am taking this class at. I failed. I failed my class. I got a 59%. I needed a 60% to get my degree and get this job. I couldn’t believe that I missed my dream career by 1%.

I started sobbing hysterically, because I am a girl and that’s what we do. I just freaked out. I called my husband and had him come home from a school event that he was at. He came home immediately, because he is an amazing man. He calmed me down and helped me email the professor to see if there was anything at all I could do.

I went to the bathroom to wash my face and blow my nose and whatnot. And in there, I looked at myself in the mirror. And I don’t know where it came from, but I remembered something I read in my Bible the day before. It went, “God is there, ready to help; I am fearless no matter what.” I kept saying it. A lot. And I prayed. And I told myself that God is there and in control and He is always going to do what is best for me.

The second I walked out of the bathroom (seriously the exact second), my phone rang. It was my professor. He told me that he was going to talk to the college and see if I could retake the final two tests that I scored badly on. He offered to help me and send me a study guide so I could pass this time. He called again this morning and they are going to let me take my tests again next week. He will grade them immediately, so I will be able to take this job if it is offered.

I feel like I already passed a test. I had faith in God, even when I didn’t have faith in myself. And look at what He did for me.

So I have these tests coming up. I could use prayers and a Statistics tutor and a few more hours in the day. But either way, I am pretty sure I am going to be ok.

This is a pretty exciting day for me…I am going to mark it down in my book of things to thank Him for when I get up there.

That’s about it.

OH! I finished my model car engine! I will post a picture soon.

ALSO! I am writing a book. I finished two chapters this week. I am fairly certain it will end up on Oprah’s book club.

Have a fantastic weekend.