Well, here I am again. Asking you (and God) to forgive me for ever complaining about my small, pathetic problems. What a fool am I, that I should think my lot in life is unfairly tipped against me!

Michele is about to (or has) undergo surgery, and I say "I don't like my English teacher."

Kyle is going on a missions trip to a country that is openly hostile to Christianity, and I say "I'm in a Bible study and every one is an Arminian"

And I say "It's cold and I have to get up early to go to school."

I feel like a colossal idiot. For all the knowledge I have accumulated through my very, very brief time I feel I have not gained one jot or tittle of wisdom. If I had I would talk less and listen more. So please forgive my foolishness. There's a lot there.

In the midst of your sadness and woe, when you are tormented and afflicted, have comfort! God's will is done.