Praying It Will Help You
My fiancé and I have been facing a huge decision for the last two weeks. I have been feeling a lot of different emotions, pretty much all the time: anger, hurt, and jealousy, primarily. I have also been doing a lot of crying, just because I cannot help it.
Yesterday, I picked him up from work, and we had just gotten home when he realized he forgot to return the building’s master key to his boss. We went straight back, and I parked outside the building while he got out and ran the key back inside, which was only going to take a couple of minutes.
As soon as he got out of the car, I began sobbing, which I had been trying not to do the whole car ride home and then back to his work. It was about 4:30 pm, so there were still people leaving the building. I looked up and saw a couple of guys walk back toward the building, and then I went back to crying.
I suddenly heard a knock on my window. I rolled it down and recognized one of the guys that had just walked past my car. I had never met him before.
He said, “Can I pray for you? What’s your name? I want to pray for you, if that’s okay.” I was speechless for a moment, and told him my name. He put a hand on my shoulder and we both closed our eyes and he began to pray for me. I’m not a super religious person — I have my own beliefs about it — but the fact that this person saw me crying and then doubled back from his own car to knock on my window filled me with an overwhelming sense of hope and, strangely enough, relief.
He left after a couple of minutes of praying, and my heart immediately felt lighter and the feelings I had been harboring all day vanished. As soon as he left, my fiancé came out of the building and returned to the car. This all happened within a span of not even five minutes.
I know that he probably won’t ever see this, but thank you, stranger, for praying for me. You helped give me the strength to get through this and the reassurance that I can get through anything. I needed it more in that moment than you can imagine.