A reverent communication with God during which a person gives thanks and asks for blessings...Prayers can be either spoken aloud or silent. A person’s thoughts may also be a prayer if they are directed to God.
I was having a blue day.
I think we all have a blue day every once in awhile. A day where we feel "blah", sort of sad and down, mopey, whiny, etc. This particular day my husband had been out of town for several days, the house was a mess, I was exhausted and I just wanted the day to end. I sent my husband a mopey and whiny email, practically crying and wishing he could just come home. I was missing his presence in our home and I needed and craved his company. I needed someone to talk to but I felt like I had no one. And I had so much to do! So much cleaning and packing and organizing and planning to do with so little time and so little energy. I wondered if I could do it all alone or if I should just have a pity party instead.
I felt lonely, very lonely.
This is one of those times where I really should have prayed. I needed some help, a little attention and guidance but I was mopey and stubborn. I felt and knew my need but I sure as heck wasn't going to ask for it!
I finally convinced myself that I needed to get the house tidied up and at least do the dishes before going to bed. I slugged my way downstairs, put on my apron and just as I touched the kitchen sink, there was a knock at the door.
At the door stood the Sister missionaries from our ward. They said they had been in the neighborhood and felt like they should stop by and say hello. They noticed some lovely wall drawings my kids had scribbled in bright marker and asked if they could clean them for me. Armed with Magic Erasers and following my little ones to the different works of wall art, the Sisters went to work.
When the Sisters finished cleaning the drawings, they helped me put away some leftovers dishes and played Duck, Duck,Goose and Bubble Gum, Bubble Gum with the kids while I made (and we ate) some chocolate chip cookies.
Then the Sisters came back the following morning and helped me load small boxes up with #10 Cans and then engaged my oldest in weighing and recording them. What would've taken me most of the day took only about an hour or so. We had lunch, ate some more cookies and the Sisters even played the same games with the kids that they had played only the day before (so awesome). As they walked out the door, I really felt amazing. The Sisters stopping by to visit answered my prayer, a prayer I had not even said. I needed help, I wanted to help and the one who knows my heart most heard my unspoken prayer and sent the Sisters to my door.
It was a blessing.
Some of you might read that and think it is a total coincidence but I know it is not because this same thing has happened to me before.
My husband was gone on a two week trip. I had double pink eye, was covered head-to-toe in hives caused by a pregnancy related allergy knows as PUPPS which I could not get control of (agony!) whilst trying to take care of two children who were hysterical about Daddy being gone. I cried a lot those two weeks and felt very trapped and alone. I remember looking at the garbage in the kitchen one night and glancing out at the curb thinking, "There is no way I'm going to get the garbage to the curb on time. I just can't. I wish my hubby were here to help me. I really need help."
A few minutes later, my Visiting Teacher and her husband showed up at my door. Though I denied needing any help, they kept asking if they could help with anything. I mentioned that I needed the garbage to be taken out to the curb and the husband grabbed the bag from my kitchen while his wife helped me collect the recycling and we all walked the garbage to the curb, my children jumping along happily beside us. When they left a few minutes later, I felt changed. My PUPPS and pink eye hadn't suddenly gotten better, my husband didn't magically appear in my living room and my kids still missed their daddy but I felt that I wasn't alone. It wasn't a coincidence that my unspoken prayer was answered and I felt so loved and watched over. It gave me some strength and some much needed peace to get me through the next week till my husband came home.
I know that I need to pray more and to make praying a part of who I am but I also know that sometimes we don't have to say anything. Heavenly Father, who knows and loves us more than anything, does not ignore that prayer that is in our hearts, that little unspoken prayer of need, that we often don't realize is there. He always answers our prayers whether we are begging on our knees or crying into our pillows. He has answered my prayers and I know He is there.
I know that God lives, that He is the creator of my Soul and my Heavenly Father. I know that Jesus Christ is my brother, my Savior and my Redeemer. I know the Holy Ghost is real, that he is my comforter and my guide. I am watched over, loved, guided and protected by those who know me best and love me more than anything. I know that all my prayers are answered and that I am never alone.
In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
Hannah Wetzel is the Wife to one Wonderful Man (her Marine), a Mother to 3 children and an active member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. She loves cooking, baking, writing, reading, embroidery and anything out of doors. One day she hopes to open her own little bakery and have a little homestead (goats and all) with her family. Follow Hannah on Twitter and Pinterest.