Feeling Sub-Par

   Today started off rough. I didn't have my 8 am class, so I slept in until 8 and then laid in bed for awhile. I woke up and realized how much homework I actually had and started to panic. I got ready and headed to campus to do home work. I got on campus around 10 and started work right away because I had a class qt 11:30, then 12:45, both of which I had yet to do homework for. About halfway through, I realized that I was feeling air on the bottom of my foot and my foot was situated in a way that my sandals wouldn't allow. I looked down and what do ya know, my shoe broke. The piece the goes between the big and 'pointer' to was not longer connected to the sole of the shoe. I honestly almost cried. I carefully walked down to the bookstore because I knew they had shoes. Of course, their size 11s were more like size 8s! I got ahold of my roommate who kindly brought me some other shoes. Because of this dilemma, I wasn't able to do my homework, so I skipped my 11:30 class in order to get it all done. Thankfully, nothing else too awful happened except that I have a headache. I guess we have our good days and our 'sub-par' days. Today would definitely be sub par. 
   In my Book of Mormon class, we were talking about Christ coming to the Americas and how He let everyone, one by one, touch His wounds. My teacher then said that if Christ walked into the room and talked to each of us, one by one, we would each feel that we were His favorite. I don't doubt that He has the ability to do that, but I doubt in myself. I couldn't help but think how I could never be His favorite because of how inadequate I am compared to others in my class. I rarely comment and I have a really hard time understanding the scriptures. I felt that there were many other students who would be favored over me. I know, with all that I have, that I am a child of God and that I am valued and loved. But I need to wrap my head around that fact that Heavenly Father know me, individually. We talked about how the Savior didn't just suffer pains like ours, but He suffered ours. He literally went through what I have and will go through, for me. He thought of me and loves me enough to feel that pain. We often think, "Oh, He's gone through much worse pain than what I go through, so mine aren't as important as others." But think about it; He knows us, individually. He can tell us everything about ourselves better than we can. He loves us all in a unique and different way. None of us are the same to Him and He doesn't favor one of us more than the other. It's hard to wrap your mind around it, but I know it's true.