I wanted to do so much more. But in my limited access to the family and my friend, I turned to the only thing that I could do. I prayed. I prayed often. I don't think I prayed near enough or with as much passion as I could have, but I prayed nonetheless. As the situation progressed, my prayers began to change. I prayed that God would get the glory and that His will would be done. I don't think I have ever valued prayer-communication with God-as much as I do now.
Prayer is an intimate conversation with the Creator of the this world and us. He is our Father, Savior, and friend if we have trusted and believed on the Lord Jesus Christ who paid our debt for sin with His life. He is our Beloved, the Lover of our soul, He is "The One" that everyone seeks, but only some find. Prayer is our connection to Him. He listens to the longings of our hearts. He answers them with a perfect answer in His timing. We may not always like the answer, but God's thoughts are higher than ours and His ways are not our ways.
This weekend was a huge reminder that I can take everything to the Lord in prayer. When I feel helpless, alone, or even joyful and happy, I can take whatever burden or news to God in prayer. I know I don't pray often enough, and I want to pray more and for others and not just myself. Remember that in all things, you can pray. God is just a prayer away, and he wants to hear what you have to say.
To God be the Glory,