I walked downstairs to my room feeling dizzy. I fell down on my knees. "Heavenly Father..." I sputtered as I wiped tears from my face. "I don't know what to do."
I spoke quietly on my knees for ten minutes, pleading for guidence. Tears ran down my face and the words all flowed out of my mouth.
When I finally stood up on trembling legs I waited in silence as if something amazing was going to happen. Nothing happened and I walked upstairs and threw myself down on the couch. I wondered how prayers are most commonly answered. Then I realized something. I was calm. My mind was at peace. All of my troubles were still there, but it was like they didn't matter anymore. Experiences like this really testify of the power of prayer.
Things got better from there. Today I had a wonderful day, smiling all the while.
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