Last year my father, my only immediate family member nearby, was deported to Mexico after living in the United States for nearly 40 years. I had lived with him for most of my life, and he was suddenly gone. Because I was living in a dorm at my university, I wasn’t entirely homeless; but my primary supporter could no longer assist me.The next months of my life were very stressful. I would ask myself questions like, “Where will I be living in a few months?” And, “Will my car get repossessed?” My emotional state declined, and so did my grades.One day, a friend’s parents called and said they wanted to talk to me. We met for dinner, and they explained that they were feeling called to help me. At that moment I felt as if a two-ton weight had been lifted off my back.I realized then that my situation was always in God’s hands, but I had let my emotions fall into a deep hole. God knew the outcome from the beginning and already had a plan to take care of me. During my struggle, I forgot that the Lord is always with us. I see now that if we walk with the Lord and put all our faith in God, then we do not need to worry.