So last week on Saturday I went out with the sister missionaries in my ward. I usually go with them every week, this week I went with them twice. It was such a blessing in disguise, EVERY PERSON we visited asked me to pray. Normally when we are getting ready to leave we will ask them if they would like us to leave them with a prayer, and we ask who they would like to say the prayer. Normally they just say "ohh I don't care," and one of the sisters will say it, but noo not this time. I got asked to pray three times in a row.
I have been thinking about it and how funny that was, and I wonder if that meant I wasn't praying enough? Well I took as that, and I have decided to try harder to pray more fervently, and more often, relying on my Heavenly Father more.
Maybe that was just coincidental? I don't know, but I'm choosing to make something out of that. :)
Prayer has become so much more important to me in my life, especially since Tyler has left. At different times I felt so completely alone that I didn't even know who to turn to or talk to. I have learned in the past four months of him being gone that our Heavenly Father wants to hear everything, our desires, our worries, our fears, our accomplishments, everything. He may know everything, but he is our literal Heavenly Father and he wants to hear it from us. I didn't realize that until now.
side note: so yesterday was pday!!! GOSH I just love pdays, it is like a perfect little pick me up, just to get me through the rest of the week. Shout out to all of you Missionary Girlfriends, I hope it was awesome for all of you:)
Nuff said right here! PRAY(:
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