He completely changed my day.
Every Monday, I have a write up to do for introduction to law. The first assignment was last week, and it wasn’t too hard. However, I did spend a good portion of Thursday just reading the three pages of text, but come Sunday night when I went to write the answers, I had no problems.
With the disruption in my perfect study schedule (I was sick Thursday, Friday, and Saturday) and the continued absence of a proper study corner, I did not have the opportunity to pour over my analysis of the text this week. The assignment is technically optional, so I forced myself to let it go.
I knew it was the right decision, but I felt so out-of-place. That pathetic fear of failure still hasn’t quite left me, so I spent a good portion of my one hour morning commute praying about it.
Class was hard.
After class, I took my I’m-going-to-tackle-all-my-problems right now attitude and went to the library to try to renew my textbook, despite not knowing how to say “check-out” and assuming that the book was probably overdue.
It was, and standing there in all the morning discontent, my Spanish skills regressed about 4 weeks, and I understood next to nothing.
God bless the librarian.
It turns out that for each day the book is late, a hold is placed on your account for two days. That means I would need to return my overdue textbook and not be able to take it out again for sixteen days. I explained to him that I didn’t understand that books can only be checked out for a week (that nuts!) without renewing and he responded –via google translate, since I was a little too flustered to understand anything.
The librarian looked up at me, smiled, said “It’s your first time,” lifted my 16 day hold, and handed me by book back.
How’s that for an example of answered prayer? All that morning fear and frustration that I was working so hard to get rid of melted away with his patient helpfulness.