Evidence of Prayers Answered: Dirt and Friendship
This morning another prayer was answered!
My daughter gave me a packet of daisy seeds from the Netherlands, and a planting pellet on Mother’s Day. I didn’t plant them until after I came here to Idaho.
The seeds – all seven of them – sprouted wonderfully! I had seven hopeful new lives on my bedroom windowsill and needed a place to plant them.
Unfortunately, I live a long way from the store, and must walk there. Walking home with a bag of dirt, two and a half miles, didn’t seem like a good idea.
I thought about digging up some good old Idaho dirt outside, though I wasn’t sure if someone might not like that, or if the daisies would refuse to grow in ordinary dirt.
I prayed for daisy growing dirt help!
This morning I woke up at dawn as I usually do, and decided, first thing, to dispose of my trash. I walked out of my door, passed by the front door that leads to the lobby of the apartment building, and right there, next to a large column, was a nice large planter filled with exquisite planting medium aka. fancy dirt.
A little blue post-it note read: “FREE Flower Pot.”
I raised my eyebrows.
I went to the dumpster to leave my little bag of trash, and on the way back to my apartment, picked up that flower pot full of dirt, and took it with me.
Just what my flowers needed!
People are very generous here… anything not needed will be placed where others can lay claim. Groceries, clothes, books… you name it. Now a flower pot full of dirt!
Very much appreciated.
I also appreciate the confirmation, the assurance that my prayers will be answered.
Last night I saw another prayer answered.
Since I came here to Idaho, only a few weeks ago, I’ve met some very nice people, but nobody I connected with for a long conversation.
Last night I went to church – there’s a Monday night service and I haven’t missed any of them yet.
Usually in church during the two weeks I’ve been attending, I sit alone and don’t talk to anyone except when the pastor suggests we turn to people nearby to welcome them and introduce ourselves.
This time I walked to the third row… I always seem to prefer the third row… it is close to the front without looking too eager by sitting in the first or second rows.
Anyhow, at the end of the long row of chairs, a woman sat alone. As I walked toward her I thought that this time, I’d do something different and actually try to talk to her.
I was so surprised when I got near and she turned to me and asked, “Are you from _____?” (the name of my apartment building which at this point I don’t want to put on the web)
It turned out that this woman had heard from someone else that I was attending the church, she had seen me walking over there, and she had prayed to be able to talk to me! So when I (amazingly) walked right up to sit next to her (in a very large room) it looked to us like an obvious answer to prayer. I’m getting goosebumps right now while writing this. I love that I was guided to this woman to answer her prayer, and even more, that I’ve met a new friend who loves that church as much as I do, and who lives near me!
From my point of view as a newbie to this state, new friends are very precious. I believe I’ve prayed to meet some new friends here.
All this tells me that we are being listened to and that God works through other people to answer our prayers. There’s no mistaking it.
Thank you God, and Hallelujah! Amen!