Feeling the Spirit and answering my prayers.

So today at Church the lesson was all about Prayer…..  This is something I have a terrible amount of trouble with.  Sure I pray but how do I know that my prayers have been answered.  There is one thing I can’t stand when I go to church, thats when you hear people rabbiting on about how they have been touched by the spirit and how they have had answers to prayers.  Each to their own I guess but sometimes I wonder if people try to hard to be perfect.

Then something happened.  I stuck my hand up and told everyone I sometimes think people try to hard.  Answers to prayers aren’t given instantly, you are giving things to challenge you, make you a stronger person and you can’t bitch about each time you are met with adversity.

I gave the instance of when I had PND after Jett was born.  I woke up every day hating my life and after 18mths of feeling like shit, the darkness lifted and I could see the light again.  Although I question the reasonings for me having those feelings and suffering like I did, I am grateful and stronger for the experience.  So every morning when I didn’t want to get out of bed or when I wanted to crawl back into bed, I would pray to give me strength, wisdom and endurance.  18mths later, I finally received an answer to my prayers.

So after church, this elderly lady came and talked to me.  She shared her story with me about how 50yrs ago she suffered PND and of course nobody knew what it was she was suffering. They just all thought she was going insane.  She told me about how she had planned to take her own life with a concoction of drugs that she had been given until she was prompted to get down on her hands and knees and pray.  She told me that her prayers had then been answered by being put in touch with the Mormon Missionary came to her door.  She told me that she lived in a little English Village somewhere in the UK and the missionaries hadn’t been back to that Village since the days of Brigham Young.

The raw emotion that this lady showed me this morning was extremely touching.  Here this little lady who would have been in her 70-’s I would say was telling me about how she suffered from PND and shed tears about how she was ready commit suicide.  I know that when I went to the doctor concerned about how I was feeling, that idiot doctor told me to go shopping, but luckily for me I had more knowledge on how this all works cause there was more awareness 5 years ago than there was 50 years go.  I could only imagine her pain that she must have experienced and I was grateful she shared it with me.