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A Story of an Answered Prayer

How this mama got her prayer answered.

A Story of an Answered Prayer

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Does God answer prayers?  This is possibly one of the most asked questions out there.  Let me tell you my very own inspirational story about prayer.

I believe in God.  I do believe He hears our prayers, and in my experience, He answers.  Sometimes He waits until we are ready to receive the answer.  Sometimes we don’t get a clear answer.  In this story of an answered prayer, the answer was crystal clear, and it came right away.

My Story

When I was a child, I always thought I would be a mom to girls.  I imagined dressing my daughters in pretty dresses and braiding their hair.  I imagined family photos of me and my husband, surrounded by girls and maybe a boy or two.  

I grew up, married an amazing man, and my hopes of becoming a mom grew stronger and stronger with each passing year.  When we finally became expecting parents, it didn’t matter if the twins I was carrying were boys or girls.  We just wanted children.

Our twin sons were born, and life as we knew it turned upside down in the most incredible way.  A year later we welcomed another son.  We were busy, and after a few hard months adjusting to life with three babies, things were settling down.  Our days were fun and exciting.

When the twins were almost three, we were expecting again.  I remember having a little glimmer of hope for my childhood dream coming true.  Could it be a girl this time?  When we learned that our fourth child was a son, I was content.  This was our thing, to make and raise boys.  I was satisfied with the fact that I would forever be a boy mom.

We never prayed for our kids to be a specific gender.  We prayed for children.  Happy, healthy children that will grow up to serve the Lord.

One day, when my fourth son was one, he woke up from his nap and climbed up onto my lap.  He was still a little sleepy, and he wanted to cuddle while his brothers played.  He loved being next to me and snuggled in my arms often.  

I ran my fingers through his nap-dampened hair.  He had such beautiful curls.  Every curl I stretched bounced right back to it’s curled state as I released it.  

All of a sudden, a longing feeling came over me.  I knew this feeling.  I’ve felt it before when we desperately wanted to become parents.  

“Will I truly never play with my own daughter’s curls and braid her hair?  Will I never ever have a girl?” I thought.  This feeling came unexpectedly because I was truly content with my boys.  I was happily a boy mom.  

I closed my eyes, and with my fingers still entwined in my little boy’s curls, I prayed, “Dear Jesus, if you ever give me another child, let it be a girl.  But only if it’s your will.”

Just as unexpectedly as it came, the longing feeling left.  And soon after, I’ve forgotten about this short prayer.

Within a month, I was pregnant.  As soon as I found out we were expecting, I remembered my prayer, and I knew.  I cried and laughed at the same time, I knew that this was an answer to my prayer, and this time God was sending us a girl.  A few weeks later it was confirmed, we were having a daughter.  This is the power of prayer.

Sometimes a simple prayer, said in very few words, with an open heart full of faith is all that it takes.  When you pray to God, talk to Him like a child to their father, open-heartedly, simply, with faith.  And you may have a testimony of your own to share.

Sometimes the answer we need is not the one we want.  And that’s okay, too.  If your heart is full of faith and trust in God, you will accept the answer you get.  Because guess what?  God knows better.  And He does answer prayers.

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