Who ever said prayers aren't answered have obviously never tried praying. After my really sad post about my baby utch! My little dog patches I decided that the best thing I could do was pray. Pray to a loving father in heaven who understands just how upset and hurt I was about losing my dog. I remember when I was sixteen and going to visit my friend Andrea in Utah. She was at girls' camp when I arrived so I got to go too and I remember going to a fireside that was on faith and I remember so vividly this woman bearing her testimony on having the faith of a child. I remember her telling us a story when she was a child and her brother was about four had a pet duck. This duck had gotten grabbed by some time of household animal and the poor duck's neck had been snapped and it died instantly. She said she remembered that it happened right before bed and her brother pleaded with their mother to call their uncle to come give the duck a blessing because their dad was on a business trip.
The uncle came over and the girl was sent off to bed so she said she didn't know what happened with the duck. She said she remembered waking up in the morning and the same duck was walking around. THe lady had said that her mother had tended for the little duck all night long and this morning it woke up with a peep peep peep.
During my prayer I was prompted to pray for Patches to live that he would receive the strength he needed to live for a longer period of time. And today when I called over to my parents' they had announced that Patches was starting to receive strength and had decided to fight to live. I am so grateful for a loving Heavenly Father who weeps with us but also provides miracles in our lives, and am grateful for my knowledge of the power of prayer.
Don't believe me, try it yourself with the faith that you will be answered and the power will come.
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