Why didn’t I get the part?
From the first day I walked through the big doors of my high school, I had a dream of being in the senior play. I practiced my lines until I knew them almost by heart, and I even prayed about getting a role. I felt sure God would help me.
It finally came down to one other girl and me. She was five foot three with brown hair. I was five foot seven and a half with blond hair. The student playing the mother in the play was five foot nine with brown hair. I could hear the directors making the decision to give the part to the other girl. My dream went out the window.
I couldn’t help feeling like I had done something wrong, or like God had ignored my prayers. Why hadn’t everything worked out the way I wanted it to? If God really loved me, why didn’t I get the part?
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