God is good. All the Time.

I fought it, yesterday. It was a day of many tears. You can plan and plan and plan and sometimes things still won't turn out the way you envisioned it to. I lost my potential job with Caterpillar. I had had my interview already, and things were looking so promising. I had to pass this certain assessment test as a standard procedure before being employed there-- I viewed it as nothing, as simple 45 question test where you knew the answer 90% of the time.  That is exactly how this test was. Simple questions about customer service that I was almost positive I answered correctly to the best of my ability. I raised my hand to show that I had completed the test. The test administrators went up to the front computer to gather my grade which I had the most confidence that I passed. An older lady came and got me to escort me to the door and tell me my grade. I remember trying to look at the sheet of paper in her hand, and much to my dismay and shock, I saw an "F" with a big circle around it. I failed. Somehow, someway, I failed. I don't know what I did wrong, what I answered wrong. I questioned the grade, it was checked again and indeed I failed. Not sure what to do, I began to walk out the door, knowing I couldn't walk back in for another year according to Caterpillar policy. I sat in my car and cried until I couldn't cry anymore, called Jared and cried more. This potential job was so detrimental to us starting out that with not having it, I wasn't sure what was going to get us through the first year... but my Jared reminded me of this: in the midst of all that I can't understand, I need to understand this: God is good, all the time and all the time, God is good. He alone makes my joy complete, he knows just what I need. He knows the bizarre reason I somehow failed that test -- and His hand is in it. To teach me not to have a prideful attitude? That was probably one of them, but also to trust Him, more and more and more.