It seemed like everything was going wrong all at once. Three different people were mad at me for three different reasons, I wasn’t feeling well, and worst of all, I was thousands of miles away from home on a youth missions trip.

Going into the trip, I wanted God to use me to teach others, but instead, He was teaching me. Everything was just so overwhelming!

About a half-hour before bed time, I was talking to a friend outside. I told her everything that was going on and she told me that God was the only one that could help me. She said I was helpless all alone. I then realized that I was pretty stupid for not even considering God as my Help – not even an option! I told God that night that I needed help and, well… He helped me. I was going through my Bible right before lights out; God led me to 1 Peter 4:12-13:

Beloved, think it not strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you, as though some strange thing happened  unto you: But rejoice, inasmuch as he are partakers of Christ sufferings: that, when his glory shall be revealed, ye may be glad also with exceeding joy.

I went to bed that night with a peace that I had never felt before. God was going to help every time I asked him to.