I learned to listen to God

A week before the prom . My senior year in high school was coming to an end, and I was ready for my big date with Murdad, the handsome student newly arrived from Iran. We were set to go out on the biggest night of the year—"grad night."

So why was I crying my eyes out in the girls' bathroom, miserable beyond words? I'd been angling for this date with Murdad over the past six months, and he had just told me he wasn't interested in this silly evening. Locked into the stall and sobbing like a child, I didn't see how I would ever get over this disappointment.

Despite my tears, however, I knew I could pray about it. In my family, whenever we had any kind of problem, the first thing we did was to ask God to show us the answers. So even though I felt devastated, there was what the Bible calls a "still small voice" within me that I knew was from God gently, comforting me.

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