When I was in the brunt of my Master’s degree program, I was an absolute mess. I had just had a miscarriage, I worked full time, I had two young kiddos ages 3 and 2 at home, and I was teaching two college classes to fulfill my requirements of my assistantship. I’m not sure a “mess” is even accurate. I was drowning. I was overwhelmed. I was ready to quit.
One day I was in the shower after a terrible day and all I could do was cry. I was inadequate. I wasn’t smart enough. I could. not. do. it. I was on the brink of tears everywhere I went. I remember sitting in Relief Society and crying because I was so worried about my inadequacies. You see, I’m not one of those “book smart” people. In fact, I had to retake my Master’s degree comprehensive exams twice. I remember those days as my very darkest. I distinctively remember praying in the shower that day. I needed help. I was desperate. I was writing my Master’s Thesis, and I didn’t have time let alone the brain power to finish it. I had hit rock bottom. I needed God. I needed to feel His love, and I was praying for it.
His love and blessings came in buckets. I cannot even begin to describe it. Entire chapters of my thesis would come to me while I was in the shower or while I was driving to and from school. I was being blessed with the ability to complete my thesis, and I could not have done it without His help.
Sometimes we find ourselves in the middle of something that we don’t think we can do. Sometimes it’s just life that puts us over the edge, but, if we show Him our Faith, He will help us.
I heard this quote at church today, and it really hit home to me. I had to share.