God is Good

As I walk into my school dining hall this morning, I am greeted by a cheery woman who asks me if I've recovered yet from my week long illness. I realize that I am disheveled in plaid pajamas pants, grandpa slippers, a black hoodie and hair that a bird would be proud to call home. I tell her that yes I'm once again healthy and try and make my way to the oatmeal. But she stops me.

"Leeeeze" as she calls me with her warm Spanish voice, "You graduate this year, no?" I dread this question, because it will only ever lead to, 'and what will you be doing after?' I expect it from most everyone, but why the lunch lady too? As I begin my super quick explaination into the fact that I am still looking for a job etc. she responds to me with the one answer that no one else has given me to date.
"Leeeeze, God is Good. God knows. God sees. God will help you find your job. God is Good."
I echo her with another round of 'God is Good' and make my way towards the hot cereals. Now I'm pensive, instead of irrateted as these job conversations usually leave me.
As I eat my breakfast and bizarre wave of calm washes over me.
Wow, God is Good.
And so is oatmeal.