Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret...

Dear God,

I know there are starving children in the world and probably a lot of people out there who are more in need of your help than me, but I figured I would put in my request now, to give you a few days to mull it over and decide whether or not you'd like to grant my prayer or not. You know, it's not super-urgent, but maybe you could assign it "yellow" status like the Department of Homeland Security does regarding terror threats. Just trying to help you prioritize...

As you already know, next week is my fourth attempt at the Bar exam. I figure you already know this being all-seeing-all-knowing and everything. And considering all of the Catholic candle-lighting Husband did earlier this year...I figured you must have gotten the hint or whatever. Now I know you have an ultimate plan for all of us, and you make your decisions for reasons I may not understand. I know you don't owe me any kind of explaination. I get it. But seriously...could you see to it that my brain remembers everything I've tried to cram into it over the last few months (again), and allow me to keep my cool and not have to take 2 Xanax before the exam because I'm freaking out, and could you also help me write fast and concise, not be tricked into picking the wrong answer on the multiple choice exam, and...this one is the most important...PLEASE LET ME PASS SO I CAN MOVE ON WITH MY LIFE? Please, God?

Oh, and if I could win the Mega Millions too, sometime soon, preferably, that would be cool. I promise to give a bunch of it to charity. Really. So, you know -- either that or the Bar exam thing. I'd settle for either one.