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The Problem

Today when I woke up, I set out for the day with an "I'm gonna get it done" attitude. Well, today has gone completely wrong. What's the problem? What's the problem? The problem is that I tried to get my work release form so I can finally work, and they don't take copies of documents so I can't work until after Friday when I can go get a new ss card. I need to work. I need money. My dorm is empty, it has water and granola bars in it. I start to panic, get frustrated, take a deep breath. This is ok, I can deal with this. What's the problem? My university email is not working. I need to check it because I got a message from financial aid. I'm panicking again. I need control. I can feel it, I want something to grab onto. It's working, now it's in Spanish. Hay algun problema? My laptop won't connect to the internet. I ruined my nail polish. I popped a string on my ukulele. I spilled coffee on my dress. What's the problem?
And then I hear it, that small still voice. 
The problem is that you haven't spent time with Me today. You do not need control. You need Me. Deep breaths. Take your bible, and go to lunch. I will take care of you. I am the provider. Trust me, spend time with Me. I miss you. I love you, and I will talk to You soon.

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