Today, after about three hours sleep last night, I was feeling like I should be feeling put out that I had to work all day rather than prepare for a huge math test this afternoon. But I wasn’t feeling that way. In fact, what I was feeling was a lack of want. I felt like God was going to take care of the day for me. Somehow, I was going to find some time to study for the test regardless of having to work right up until the starting time.
The tutoring center I in which I work started filling fast this morning, though. As students moved in and took seats with the other tutors, I felt my possibilities for study time slipping away. One of my regular students came in and sat down next to me. I was glad to see him because I’d been wondering how he was doing. We worked steadily for an hour or two, graphing parabolas and ellipses. I enjoy ellipses. There was even going to be some material on elliptic integrals on my upcoming test. But I wasn’t getting any closer to reviewing for it.
Then I realized that I actually had lots of time in between problems while my student did his work. I brought out my own flashcards and notes and added them to the pile on the table. Over the next few hours, I was able to review and help my student at the same time. Later, traffic from the college to the university was easy, I found a parking spot right away, and there was no line at the coffee shop. I was early for the class I teach so I got in another good hour of study.
My boyfriend likes to tell me, when I joyfully proclaim that God has taken care of me yet again, that he is pretty sure God requires a certain amount of preparation on my part in order for things to work out in my favor. Certainly, I spent hours last night studying, which is why I only got a few hours of sleep. God has me walking firmly on His path right now. He’s got my back. He takes care of the part that I am not strong enough to do on my own.
I was thinking earlier that many people have deeper struggles than my own. I wondered briefly whether or not it was appropriate of me to feel great thanks for what I’m sure are inconsequential events to people in dire situations. After all, how would it sound to someone who lost a home to Hurricane Sandy to hear me praise God for a math test? But then I realized that God is big enough for all of us — and deserves all the praise for caring for each of us, from extreme circumstances to comfortable but anxious ones, all at the same time.
The 23rd Psalm has been playing in my head ever since that thought earlier today. I was very sleepy during the test and may have only achieved an average score, but it was certainly better than it would have been without God’s hand supplying me an extra few minutes to study. Besides, regardless of my score on that test, I was able to do some real good by helping others today. The Lord is my Shepherd. Indeed, I shall not want.
King James Version (KJV)
23 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.