Lest I Forget

It's so easy to forget how good God is to us.
Remember my post about Israel?
Well, I'm not doing that, but they forgot about God a lot, and sometimes I catch myself doing the same thing.

God has blessed me so much in my collge career with great parents who proofread my essays and helped me study, awesome professors who actually care about their students, crazy friends to make the icky days lighter, and a full-ride scholarship.
And here I am - graduated - with that season of life behind me (I hope!) and stressing out about jobs and what the heck I'm going to do.
Cue the facepalm.
God has been so good to me, why would I think He'd just let me go, step back, and say, "Okay, now you're on your own"?
Because I'm human, but more because I'm not trusting Him.

Last night I was in tears because I didn't know how I was going to provide for myself. I asked a friend today to pray for me, and then I got a graduation card in the mail . . . with nearly a month's worth of car insurance inside. Then I remembered my tax refund that hasn't come in yet: about three months' worth of car insurance. And I have a part-time job during the school year. And a part-time job with my previous employer who is just one of the most awesome bosses I've ever had. And a paycheck yet to come in from an odd job. And most importantly, parents who aren't making me move out.

Ah me.
Lest I forget. . .