A Little Blessing

Last night I sat in bed before I went to sleep and said a prayer to God. I don't do this as often as I should. My conversation with God went something like,

"God, I know you have to be sick of this broken record of mine. Please deliver me from this place. It is not a bad place, but it is not where my soul feeds best. My soul has grown accustomed to the country air and quiet, slow pace of the midwest. My heart longs for my family, my friends, and my niece and nephews. My husband's heart longs for some rest and relaxation. I know you, with your amazing gifts, have the ability to somehow change this course I'm on. I know it's asking a lot, but I ask you to make that change.

I also ask you help me find peace. I continue to dig every day deep inside myself to find the part of country living that is still inside me. I dig up my memories of fresh country air, open fields, wooded hikes, rushing rivers in green lush landscape. I dig up memories of loving, fun time with friends and my family. These memories are helping, but they are simply not enough for me to find the happiness I once had a few years ago. Please help me dig deeper, please help me be stronger. Please bring me help to get me through these years away from everything I love."

As I was about to begin the portion that thanks God for all my blessings, health, and for the health and blessings of those I love my phone rang. It was my 7 year old nephew.

"Poppy [my father] told me that Uncle is gone again, and that I should call you to make sure you're OK. Are you OK Auntie?"

Talk about a jolt of warmth that ran through me. It was enough to bring tears to my eyes. Maybe He's not answering my prayer for escape from the west coast, but He definitely sent me something to strengthen my heart while I'm out here. Who says God doesn't answer prayers?