Some may say coincidence, but I don't believe this is.
I lost my Mother to cancer when I was younger and she battled for ages before moving on to the next life.
And I remember sitting in the hospital praying to Heavenly Father that she would pass away in her sleep, that she wouldn't feel the pain of it and it would be gentle. My prayer wasn't a verbal one, it was said in my head whilst I was in the hospital room with all my family. None of them would have even known I was praying, I would have just looked like I was sitting in the chair in the corner sulking.
I didn't get my answer straight away (THANKFULLY!) it took over a year for my prayer to be answered but I was told one morning that she passed in her sleep, most likely no pain felt from it at all. It horrible to hear she was gone, but comforting to know he heard my plea.
This started my testimony in Prayer.
My next experience is more a personal revelation experience, a few of years later.
I was 14 and on my first Youth Convention. (Convention is a weekend where all the Youth (14 - 17 y.o.) get together and participate in activities, church stuff, dances, etc... it's really cool, and this particular one was on an island!) Anyway, being a teenage girl, I was interested in the opposite sex. And there was this one guy that I thought I liked but I'd have to wait till I was 16 and he probably didn't even like me that way anyway...
And not only that but being surrounded by the Gospel and people who love and live it daily, having the examples all around me, the Spirit so strong in meetings, the constant reminder of Love, Compassion, Hope, Faith, Charity, Excitement, Morality and Virtue, Modesty, Fun, Learning and so on... It just created a different atmosphere than anywhere else! I wanted to be there, I wanted to stay there. You grow so close to eachother and you don't want to lose the good, no, GREAT feeling you have all the time. Most unlike...say... School.
When I got back to school I seriously felt the difference, and I wasn't a fan. I looked at the boys on convention and compared them to the boys at school. I compared my church friends to my school friends. I compared how I felt here to how I felt there.
So one night it was really bugging me. I had already been sent to bed for the night. And as I was laying there in my bed, I prayed. It was more like a conversation, a trying to figure out in my head what all this meant (it looks pretty obvious when you type it but when I was 14 I was mighty confused.) I was discussing the different feelings, options and what the outcomes would be. I was talking to Heavenly Father and I was talking to myself (I know that sounds crazy...). I was crying during my prayer, I wanted to know what I was supposed to do about it all.
When I finished praying I laid there staring at the roof for a bit. I shared a room with my little sister (6 years younger, so age 8) and as our house had been extended up a level we had the old master bedroom complete with an ensuite. Our room opened up to the loungeroom and through the loungeroom was a tiled area (kitchen, dining and rumpus) and then the stairs to "Upstairs" (Mum n Dad's section - NO KIDS ZONE). My Mum (My Dad got remarried in 2000) always wore high heels and you could hear her walk across from the stairs across the tiles and you could tell if she was coming for our room. I had it down to an art!
So after my prayer I had a strong impression that I needed to read my scriptures. But I couldn't just pull them out and start reading because the light would be able to be seen from under my door and I would get in trouble for still being awake, especially with my little sister asleep in the same room. So I took my scriptures, went into the ensuite, closed the door and put a towel along the crack... Taking No Chances.
I sat there, on the floor, looking at my scriptures. I could hear the high heels walking across the tiles... I froze. I sat there for probably about 10 minutes waiting for the door to open and me get in trouble. It didn't open... I held my scriptures in my hands, with the spine along the floor and let them fall open.
It opened to the Bible... Proverbs 3: 5-6.
"Trust in the Lord with all thine heart and lean not unto thine own understanding.
In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths."
I cried.
It was so clear! It was pretty much screaming at me... "Why are you worrying yourself with this? This is not what is important. Do as I ask and everything will fall into place. I'll look after you, I know what you want, I know what you need. Let me help you. Don't let this worry you at all."
I was overcome with happiness and excitement, I was bursting with what felt like a glow... warmth from my core emmanating out. My whole being felt amazing! I knew at the point in time that the Church was True, God is Real and I am to rely on him to achieve and be what I want to be. I will marry a wonderful man and he will support me in the Gospel and in my decisions. He'll be alongside, not over me. That is what I wanted. That is what I desired. And I felt the promise.
(on a side note: when I later discussed this experience with Mum, I found out that she was in bed early and was not awake and walking around. So I firmly believe that the high heels I heard were Satan trying to stop me from opening those Scriptures.)
I recieved an immediate answer to my concerns but I have also since received an answer as well.
When I was extremely active in the Church - Institute every Tuesday, YSA Representative, Lived with Stake YSA representative, Church every Sunday, hung out at YSA member's houses in my spare time, organized activities all the time, dances with my best friend for the YSA etc - During this time was when I became friends with someone... a boy...
My now husband.
It's taken some time but we are now at the point where he supports me going to Church, reading the Scriptures at night before bed, having the Missionaries over once, twice a week, he supports my business/career decisions, he supports me in anything I want pretty much. And he does not dominate over me, he does not make me uncomfortable, he is incredibly understading and loving and the other night when the Missionaries were over they asked him why he is investigating/re-activating himself again and he replied "well, if it is true, I want to be with Ja forever." (I am Ja and I melted!)
One prayer, answered twice. Once immediately, twice over time.
And lastly, My most recent confirmation that Prayer is a real connection between man and God.
I lost someone very close to me this past 24 hours. She was my teacher in year 4 and we have remained in contact ever since. She is a woman of strength, spirit, fun and knowledge. She was a very positive influence on my life. And a few days ago I found out that she was not in a good position and it looked like it would only get worse. I prayed that both she and her son (He went to school with me as we ar the same age.) would find comfort and peace. I prayed that whatever it was planned for her that it would be quick and peaceful. Peace was my main desire for them as I prayed.
Tonight I sadly discovered that she passed away, but gratefully discovered that she passed, as her son put it, "peacefully in her sleep". It is horrible to think of her as gone, but comforting to know that another prayer was answered and she was at peace when she passed. I know her son and daughter are hurting now, but I also know that they are wise enough to know that it was her time. I know they will receive thier peace. But it will take time.
Bottom line is that Prayers are answered. Maybe not right away, but we are taught to have patience and through time all prayers will be answered. I have a frim belief of the connection that prayer offers us to out Heavenly Father and I am grateful for this. And I say these things in teh name of Jesus Christ, AMen.
I would love to hear your stories and experiences on Prayer and it's affects in your lives.