A Story About Prayer

Let's be honest. Wednesday was not a good day.

In fact, it was a dreadfully terrible day.

And I sat on my bed thinking angry, dreadful, bitter thoughts.

I prayed to the Lord and asked him why things like this happen in my life? Why now? I asked the Lord how I was to overcome this hurdle and how in the world I could let go of this anger and bitterness inside my heart-- I didn't think that I was able to overcome the anger that I had all by myself. I knew I needed a heavenly hand to come to my aid.

So I sat, and waited for an answer.

Just then, the song on my iPod ended and changed to a familiar song. It was one of mine that I wrote a long time ago (about 3 years ago) while I was in Cancun. As I listened to the song, I realized that it was an answer to my prayer. Although the song was not written to be necessarily religious, it spoke so much comfort and strength to my heart at that moment. I knew that it was my answer from the Lord. The chorus goes like this:

My fallen angel
Come back to me
The only place left to fall is back down on your knees
The world offers you loneliness
I offer you my heart
So fall back to me
My fallen angel

I know that the Lord hears our prayers, and there is no doubt that the Lord heard mine that day. He answered it just the way that he knew would benefit me the most, even if it wasn't the way that I expected. I know that the Lord is aware of our struggles, and wants to bless our lives so much, we just need to let Him.