It was 1960 and I was in the sixth grade at Old Post Road elementary school. As I walked into the schoolroom one morning, I sensed a tenseness in the air. I was puzzled … and a little worried. Were we having a test that I had forgotten? That was entirely possible, because I seldom studied. After mentally checking off each subject, I realized that it wasn’t a test. Today was the day to recite from memory the Gettysburg Address by Abraham Lincoln. And Miss Geagen had been clear, “If you don’t have the Gettysburg Address memorized, you will stand up in front of the class and squirm around for the length of time that it should have taken you to recite it!” I was in big trouble! But fortunately for me, my name started with a “W” and Miss Gaegen always went in alphabetical order. I opened my notebook and began studying the speech that I should have studied the night before. Then, Paula A’s name was called. As she stumbled through, I stumbled through right along with her. And the next person, and then next. When Miss Geagen finally called my name, I was ready. I walked to the front of the room and began, “Four score seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation …” Hey, have you ever been in a high-pressure situation? Maybe it was one of your own making, and maybe it wasn’t. In either case, ask the dear Lord for help. And He will always meet your need. Matthew 7:7, “Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.” Don’t be afraid. Ask God. He’ll be right there with you.

