An Answered Prayer

Lately I've been feeling a little forgotten. 

Like life and everyone else were passing me by.

All my friends in my major graduated this week. I didn't.

I was going to have a mission call by this point. I don't. 

And not for lack of dedication on my part. 

All these plans that seemed right and good at the time, changed. 

So now I'm here.

I don't know why. 

But I'm here. 

With these feelings, I went into finals week.

My last final was scheduled for Thursday morning, the last day of finals.

Somehow I accidentally didn't leave myself enough time to study for this final.

As I looked at my planner Tuesday evening, I frantically realized I was in trouble. 

I was supposed to work 8:00 - 5:00 Wednesday and then had church responsibilities from 6:00 - 9:30. 

What was I going to do.

I'd calculated my grade in the class and new I needed a 90 percent on the final to get an A in the class. 

So, I left work early around 3:00, came home and desperately tried to study. As 6:00 grew closer and I knew I hadn't studied enough I said a quick prayer.

Heavenly Father, I'm doing my best. 

I'm spending the evening fulfilling my responsibilities at church. 

Please help me.

The next morning rolled around and I went in to the final. 

 And it was hard. 

When I left I said to myself, well, I did my best.

The next morning I checked my grade online and my heart stopped when I saw this. 

I didn't believe it. Quickly I scrolled up to the top of the page and saw this. 

I had gotten exactly a 90 on the test, and managed an A in the class. 

But I hadn't done it myself.

Immediately, I said a prayer of thanks. 

My plea had been heard and answered. 

I was not forgotten. 

No matter where you live, no matter how humble your circumstances, how meager your employment, how limited your abilities, how ordinary your appearance, or how little your calling in the Church may appear to you, you are not invisible to your Heavenly Father. He loves you. He knows your humble heart and your acts of love and kindness.  

– Dieter F. Uchtdorf