Never underestimate the power of prayer. I had always been told to pray specifically and then listen and I would see God; however, I never thought that he would move in the way that he did--right on time.
God had been knocking me down, but it wasn't until I was on my knees crying in the arms of a friend face-down on the cold tile floor that I realized it was God. I was oblivious to why I was crying, clueless as to what had happened for me to be in the position I was, and too random for me to ignore God anymore.
I cried out to him until I had no more tears left in my ducts. My body was weak and I could barely pick my head up. I deleted everything because I knew in the morning I did not need to re-read or re-play the night. I went to work, eyes swollen shut, with a smile on my face to hide the pain from all of my campers. I was numb to any emotion--just going through the motions.
I went back to the dorm and picked my phone up off the cold tile floor from the night before not knowing what to expect.
My brother sent me a text saying that he had accepted Jesus to come into his life, and I began to cry for joy. I was so happy that my heart hurt. At that moment, I knew God had taken control and I didn't need to worry any more.
He knocked me down to show me that he was in control and then brought me back up by making me see that he does answer prayers. For nine years I have been waiting to see God work on Nathan, and in an instant he saved my brother. By doing so, he also saved me!
God brings people into our lives for a reason and like everything, it is only for a season. With lightning and raging storms, the weather changed and I am no longer the same.
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