Today, I am grateful for the power of prayer. I mean, seriously grateful.
Yesterday was a pretty craptastic day. (Also, the "maybe you need to try harder" coming at me from all angles wasn't helping.) I mean, work-wise, yesterday was rough. This whole week has been hard at work. It's a combination of a lot of things: a four day work week (as much as I do love national holidays and the three day weekends they provide, for some reason, that work week after having a Monday off is almost always brutal!), the end of the month creeping up, me not getting enough sleep... There are a lot of contributors. All I'm saying is that work's been hard this week, and yesterday had been particularly brutal. This morning, as I was getting ready for work, I had the distinct impression that I needed to stop what I was doing and pray, and that I needed to specifically pray that no matter what happened at work, that I'd be able to handle it better than I would be able to on my own.
Holy moly, was that need to drop what I was doing and say that prayer what I needed to do! I mean, I not only needed to pray this morning, but there were specific things that I asked for in that prayer that kicked in later in the day. I could not have done this day without having prayed this morning. There's no way that I could have made it without having asked for strength and the will to push through whatever was going to come my way.
I heart prayer.
I heart prayer, always, but especially when I get exactly what it is that I asked for. (Do I get what I want to my "tumor, be gone!" request? Not so much. But, this morning, I asked for the ability to have some perspective and not get too caught up in the happenstance of the day, and I got exactly what I needed. Halle-freakin-lujah.)
