Well. I took a test this morning. I had prayed last night for a long time about it. I was scared to death about it.
To sum it up, I didn’t pass.
I’m really depressed right now, but… I’m trying to get a grip, yet at the same time, I am not truly trying to stop the depression.. just get control of the dark mood that has set in.
I didn’t ask, in my prayers, for God to help me pass. I asked for help. That I wanted whatever happened, pass or fail, to be for His glory. I actually did ask one thing specifically, and…. He answered. Best answer I could have gotten, too, I think.
I don’t know what God is trying to do in my life, but I’m hoping I’ll learn something from this, for Him, and Him alone, to profit.