Praying has always been tricky for me. Sometimes my prayer life is less than exciting. Sometimes I feel like I’m talking to myself and God is completely removed. Sometimes I feel like I’m praying, but don’t have much faith that things will go well despite His presence. Or sometimes I pray and am hesitant with the Lord because I’m honestly scared about God’s outcome for my requests. Basically, I’m a sinner trying to get it together.
Despite my own shortcomings, I have been praying a lot lately. And in this season of my life, I am seeing God answer my prayers even though they have been about little things. It’s not like I’m praying for huge miracles to happen, or for countries to change. I’m praying as a relatively new mom and a devoted wife looking for wisdom and guidance in the small, every day things that make or break us.
I prayed for new tires for TJ’s car. We got an anonymous check delivered on Christmas Eve that paid for them. We were blown away.
I prayed for new toys for Sadie. An old high school friend contacted me and gave us a new table for coloring, a complete stranger gave us a tricycle that Sadie is desperately trying to figure out with passionate curiosity, and her cousins made a special delivery this morning with a bunch of outdoor toys that will make our backyard a private park.
I prayed for our washing machine to get fixed because cloth diapering means a lot of loads. Old family friends are taking care of it.
I prayed for clarity in new ideas I could do without compromising Mommyhood to make supplemental income and landed the perfect opportunity in the near future (as long as God continues to provide miraculously to make it happen and further affirm my desire).
I prayed for my little niece who wasn’t sleeping for a variety of reasons and she’s finally doing amazing-sleeping longer stretches than she ever has in her little life.
I’m not at all saying that as soon as you ask for something, God will swoop in and answer your prayers exactly how you want them to turn out. Sometimes God is completely silent and never answers for His own reasons. I have plenty of those. But I’m so thankful that in times of my own doubting, God has chosen to restore my soul by giving me the answers to the little things.
To most, they probably are silly and are minuscule. But to me, they mean everything.