The Power of Prayer

Last year was cruddy--there was just some cruddy stuff I had to deal with and interestingly enough, it had nothing to do with the horrible economy and the impact that had on our family. So, the first part of the year was a lot harder than the subsequent months.

January was really hard.

Growing up, Mom always had such great faith in the power of prayer. I loved the stories she would tell and I'm grateful she was able to instill that same belief in me. I know that prayer is powerful, but the experience I had in January really hit home for me.

The day was not starting off good. I couldn't stop crying and felt like I was in the depths of despair. I remember saying my prayers that morning and just pleading with Heavenly Father for help. It wasn't more than a minute after ending my prayer that the phone rang. I pulled myself together and answered it. Linda was on the other end. I said 'hello' and when she answered she sounded perplexed. She was not expecting to hear my voice--she had called someone else. In fact she told me that, although she loves talking to me, she wasn't trying to call me so she didn't have anything to say. But being the kind sister that she is, she asked if everything was OK. Well, that brought on the flood of tears again, and I couldn't answer her. She then knew that something was wrong.

It wasn't a very in-depth conversation and I don't think I even said very much, but that was exactly what I needed right then. My prayer had been answered; I felt better.

So, I do not believe in the power of prayer--I know of the power of prayer. I am so grateful for that knowledge and I know that my family has been blessed because of prayer.

(January 2010)