Humbled.

Mr. Blue Jay is always the first visitor at my feeders in the mornings. The early bird catches the worm, or sunflower seed as the case may be. He's a little aggressive and uses his size to his advantage. And when pretty Mrs. Cardinal comes in a little while, he'll run her off. (ironically, he's also the most skittish and difficult to get a picture of)

I'm a little like the blue jay when I'm hungry. Not pleasant. I'm ashamed to say I came in at 9:00 from class last night and raised a stink that one of Drew's friends had eaten the last Pizza Hut cheesestick. Not my proudest moment.

Yesterday, by the grace of God I passed my PRAXIS II. I had failed by 2 points in December and was under a bit of a time crunch in order to be accepted into my program at school in time. But God provided. Drew said he knew that He would but I doubted him. Perhaps, tempted him even.

You see, I didn't really study this time. I was bitter after studying my butt off last time and failing. I would sit down to study and get completely overwhelmed and watch 4 episodes of Friends back to back instead. But on Monday morning (the day before my test mind you) I sat at my kitchen counter watching mean ol' mr. blue jay and cried out to God. I needed him and I knew I could not do it without His help.

And he heard my cry. Humbled by my failure, I had to have his help. God was there as I answered questions about Portugal, GDP, and John Locke. (believe it or not all of those fall under Social Studies). And I passed with 10 points to spare. That wasn't me. I don't even know where Portugal really is if I'm honest. (don't you want me teaching your kids??)

I just wanted to let you know that God provides, but you all probably knew that already. I'm the one who doubted.