I received the answer to a prayer today. It wasn't the answer I wanted, but God's answer. I remeber telling Him that I'd be okay whatever the answer. I really thought I would be. I was hurt. Maybe that's being okay, because it's natural to be hurt sometimes. Does it make me angry? Mmmmmm, a little. I got over it quickly. I know that God has bigger and better plans for me. That his loves me and knows why I don't need what I've prayed for, at least not now.
I am blessed so many times over by my Lord. Everyday, all day long. He is with me through everything and I feel him next to me. The blessings are always warm and fuzzy. Sometimes they are 8 and mean, and only my problem from 8:30 to 2. Eek!