There is power in prayer. My particular faith bracket is Catholic/Christian, in case you haven’t guessed that already blog readers. But you can find God just about anywhere, and in faiths too numerous to count. But what people seem to forget in the world nowadays is the value of all people. Every single one. They limit what God can do by being judgmental. They look at skin color or medical history or WHATEVER. You can’t limit him. It can’t be done. He just works differently in the year 2020. My life wasn’t suppose to be chaotic to this degree, but that is God for ya! He pokes his finger in your life and stirs that pot up. And he gives you an umph sometimes, and helps you do things you never imagined, and survive things you never thought you would either. When I was back living in the the Deep South after my brain bleeds, I had an apartment. That apartment was ROUGH and built right before the Kennedy assaination I think someone said. But I got it through a frand of mine. A feisty Jewish man who is in his nineties now. I loved it! There wasn’t much to it. But it was my home. It had a MASSIVE living room, a separate dining area, a studio sized kitchen, and teeny bathroom and two small bedrooms. People got evicted all the time from that apartment, but i lived there for a number of years. I paid things early, went for rides to and from school on a bike I bought until I forgot how to ride a bike one day, and that’s where I got my dog. In that living room to the right of my chair, there was a table and on it I had a homemade journal my sister made. I wrote something in there one day and put the date. The date was soon after a sweet woman tried desperately to help me and put me on lots of medicine. And wondered why it worked differently with me. There wasn’t a scan.
Soon after that I got my pup. I found her online, and she saved me from myself. I didn’t feel so scared and overwhelmed then. ❤️ She was the answer to what I wrote in that journal. A profound answer to a plea to the God I have always wanted to serve when the damage to my brain began, and I started to do weird things. When I didn’t feel blessings in small things again, and when I stopped going to Mass.