The Comfort of the Sabbath

I've always been on the fence when it comes to studying on the Sabbath. I hate to do it, but activities pop up almost every Saturday that are so irresistible (or required) that I can't part with them. I've always justified my Sabbath studies by arguing to my tender conscience that the church has only ENCOURAGED it, but not forced it.
As I woke up Saturday morning, this week is jam-packed with important assignments affecting my grade and ultimately the maintenance of my hard-earned scholarship and accordingly precious money that my family and I need to save. (Perhaps that's the main reason why I decided to study on Sunday.) As I pecked away at assignments Saturday morning that due this week, the rest of my day piled down on me like BYU's opponents do immediately whenever BYU decides to run the ball.... until after I took my date home after Elder Ballard's devotional.
With Elder Ballard's invitation to conduct a personal interview, I asked myself afterwords, "do I really trust in the Lord?" I felt that I can't say I'm fully relying on Him IN my comfort zone. You know where this is going... I didn't study on Sunday.
I've been working hard ever since then, praying that I would have success in my assignments. I woke up super early today to start working on my finance midterm. As I entered the testing center I felt confident based on my previous midterm. As I took a quick look at the questions, my confidence plummeted as I realized I only knew 20% of the questions (I'm NOT exaggerating). With every answer my calculator gave that wasn't on the bubble sheet, my heart started to fail me. For once, I was going to F.A.I.L a test.
I tried my very best and trudged on through the questions, missing my other classes so I could scrape away with a beautiful D or C grade.
At the end of 3h and 42m, I left the testing center with just ten minutes to get to university chorale. I didn't want to escape the unbearable feeling of looking what grade I got on testing.byu.edu. So I went through class, and started panicking because I had yet ANOTHER assignment I had to do I wasn't prepared for-the comfort zone assignment.
Afterwords, I went to subway and decided to face the truth-whatever letter grade it would be. Somehow, someway, the Lord produced a miracle and I got an 88 on the test! WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! I've been smiling ever since.
As I started eating my Subway, I realized the Lord had not only protected me from losing my scholarship because I trusted in Him, He also gave me a perfect comfort zone assignment.