You know how there are times when you pray and you are not sure you are heard? You know how some prayers are answered fairly quickly, some 2 days later, some 2 years later, and maybe some you are still waiting on?
I am familiar with all these variations on answered prayers. But yesterday was a Bad Day. A Very Bad Day. I knelt by my bed, in the dark, glad my husband was asleep, and told Him that THAT WAS IT. I just mentioned very politely and humbly, that I needed Him to stop whatever He was doing or creating and listen to me intently. I just mentioned I was at the end of my rope, that I had snapped, that I had finally slipped under the water... you get the drift. I told Him there were several things that were too heavy on my shoulders. These are basically:
a. Our dire financial straits (my husband was in real estate/mortgage. shouldn't take a genius to figure that one out)
b. My postpartum mounting depression (caused by both a. and c.)
c. My absolutely darling, but extremely difficult and needy four-month-old son, and my severe lack of sleep due to said son.
So I laid it all on the line, and just said to please help me with this, or I would spend each following day in a pemanent fetal position on my bed.
The next day, Little Man slept in his crib. This may not seem like much to you. But if you knew J., his severe colick and pure high-maintenance-nance, you would know that This Is A Bona-Fide Miracle.
It would have also been nice if I woke up with $50,000 on my doorstep, but you know, maybe tomorrow.
I am grateful.
Here's a great link to check out on Mormons and blogging:http://www.religiondispatches.org/archive/mediaculture/1148/birth_of_the_bloggernacle/