Last night I was weary. I teared up, didn't cry, ad prayed.
"God, please help me...I don't know what to do. My heart is burdened and I don't know why. Please help me. I want to feel better."
This morning, I woke up, and something told me to go Home.
So I did. I left college and came home for the night.
I have to leave my house at 5:00 to get back on time for my 7:00 class.
It's a small price to pay, for God answering prayer. In one night, he answered my prayer.
Not to mention, my momma told me tonight that she woke up this morning and something told her that I would be home tonight.
Life is good, God is great. And I love to be able to trust that God will provide for even my little petty weariness.
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