Rebekah Bostic, 17

I failed. I couldn’t believe it. I had studied hard, and everyone had been confident that I would pass on my first try. The worst part was that I missed getting my learner’s permit by only one question. Couldn’t they cut me some slack? I was one of the top students in the school; but I was nervous when I took the test. How embarrassing!

I could feel my little sister’s hand patting me on the shoulder as I cried. I didn’t want her there; I wanted to be alone. Except I wouldn’t be. God would be with me, as always. I wasn’t too sure I wanted God there either. I thought God had a reason for everything, but what was the point of this? It was just a learner’s permit.

He will yet fill your mouth with laughter, and your lips with shouts of joy.
Job 8:21 (NRSV)

As usual, I got way too emotionally caught up in the situation. Yet, once I got over the fact that I would have to retake the test, the whole experience became kind of funny. Was I crying over something so insignificant? Did I really get mad at God because I had failed the test for my learner’s permit? Yes; and despite my silly reason for being upset, God still loved me. God loved me enough to let me laugh about it.


JOURNAL: When did you learn to laugh at yourself? Write about it.

—from devozine (March/April 2016). Copyright © 2016 by The Upper Room®. All rights reserved.

Back To Home

To Order Devozine Magazine, call 1.800.972.0433.