He waketh mine ear to hear as the learned.

The last month has been pretty dang hard. At times I've felt like I haven’t had a spare moment to decide what I would like to do. It’s only been what I have to do: writing 25-to-35-page careplans after 13 hour shifts in the hospital, studying for tests and checkoffs, prepping for classes, doing as many NCLEX questions as possible, memorizing meds, plus the normal family responsibilities, which are nothing to sneeze at. And then there have been some cherries on top, like kids getting sick, me getting sick, the car breaking down, David getting the flu.
Today in church a scripture hit me: 2 Nephi 7:4 (Isaiah 50:4): “When ye are weary he waketh morning to morning. He waketh mine ear to hear as the learned.”
Spiritually wakened. I haven’t had time to read scriptures like I should, but I’ve certainly been praying more fervently, almost desperately at times.
Curiously (but not really) things happened right at the right time. Not only that, but I noticed the trend.  If the car broke down at any other hour, it would have been a disaster. If Sybil would have gotten sick any other day, I wouldn’t have been able to take her to my parents’ house. David got sick but started feeling better just in time to help with the kids on the night that they would have been home alone--he had canceled his trip to Vegas. I was easily able to reschedule an appointment with a doc that is always booked months in advance. I was able to withhold tears in front of others when the stress was mounting. I studied the right things and was able to focus better. I learned to be more effective with my time, using the crevices: minutes here and there. I have the amazing support of family and friends.
 Strategies: For the breaks and lunches on class days, I haven't allowed myself to stand up nor to chat with friends. Instead, I have been bringing my computer to write my careplans. After class, I have been using the extra 20 minutes before I have to pick up the kids to study. In the mornings, I don’t take the dog out anymore; I study (Porfirio has probably paid the biggest price in all this). I record and listen to the class lecture notes as I fall asleep at night and when I’m in the car alone. That way I don’t feel like an awful mom and I can focus on the kids when they are home. I even had time to prepare a talk and for church meetings.

He has not put me away nor cast me off forever (2 Ne 7:1).

He is here.