The beginning of dependency

Today I went on a walking tour of the campus by myself. It's huge, I was walking for about an hour. It's gorgeous too. All the buildings are made of red brick, which I love. The library (where I'm no doubt going to be spending mucho tiempo) seriously looked like a huge ornate church. I just can't wait to get in there and spend hours upon hours *dripping sarcasm* I took some pictures but the connector thingy that connects my camera to my computer broke so I don't know when I'm ever going to be able to upload pictures :(
On my way back I decided to stop by the medical bookstore and pick up my books for the summer. I knew there were a lot of books but I didn't realize just how many until that very moment. I immediately started to pray when I saw the price tags. For the faint of heart, I won't reveal the actual amount that was spent but let's just say that a small country somewhere would have been grateful for the donation. There are, however, two consolations:
Consolation #1: Some of the books are going to be reused for the fall and spring so this automatically reduces my book bill for subsequent semesters.
Consolation #2: The minute the semester is over the books that are not getting reused are going RIGHT back to the bookstore. I'm selling those bad boys.
So I'm standing there handing over my debit card, and my throat was almost closed in fear and doubt. For those that don't know, I am a natural worrywart and this quality has always warred with wanting and needing to depend on God. It's been a constant struggle. So when I see how much my books (which are probably the most inexpensive parts of this whole endeavor) cost, my knee-jerk reaction is to worry, to worry about finances. But I know that God is using this to teach me to depend on Him. After all, what amount can't the creator of the universe, the owner of the cattle on a thousand hills provide?
So my lessons in dependency have started. Pray that I pass the test.