- Dec 28, 2018
- 13
- 16
- 28
- Country
- United States
- Faith
- Freethinker
- Marital Status
- Single
A little over a year ago, my little sister was taken from us by DSS following a false complaint by the ER after a meltdown I had. (No such complaint ever actually happened, we later found out; my cousin had made it happen. Its complicated.)
From that point on, we have been fighting a year long battle with the government to get her back after she was sent to my cousin to live with him. To sum it up about him, he is pure evil and is an enemy to my family.
Throughout this war we have fought, there have been many good days and even more dark times. Up until yesterday we were in our blackest moment. Then my folks were off to court, which would turn out to be the final, decisive battle.
I was by myself in our hotel room, playing a game on the PlayStation when the thought turned to me..."I know what I need to do right now."
So I went to my bed, kneeled down over the side, cupped my hands into my forehead, closed my eyes and spoke to God.
My prayer was from the origin of a stained, faithless and hope-starved heart. As I prayed in this deep meditation, tears flowed from my eyes, so thick that they made a soggy puddle in the mattress. I trembled as vibrations took my body, as energy fired itself through my soul in all directions of my being. I could feel the very Earth herself opening her eyes and listening to my scared, desperate words. "Bring her back to us...please...whatever You need to do or move, if it brings her back and takes her away from my cousin's abusive domain, just DO IT PLEASE...I give my soul to You. I give myself to You."
Then, my breath released itself into my hands. I didn't tell myself to do it at all. I knew what was happening. My prayer had taken a metaphysical form, in a sense. So a lifted my hands up, and let it fly to Heaven itself. If God was going to hear anything today, it was this. If I was going to prove this day that I truly was a Christian, then this was the proof.
Finally, I bowed to the universe on my knees and said "Let what must be done, be done."
And I waited.
The sound of my stepfather sliding the electronic room key card into the door came next. He flung the door open and waded inside.
"How was court?" I said.
"The judge ruled in our favor."
Every one of my five senses screeched to a halt. Time itself stopped to gasp for breath. The world seemed to fall away leaving only myself and my stepfather.
"No...no.... They didn't..."
"Yeah. They did."
"My sister is coming home?! MY, SISTER, IS COMING BACK TO US?!"
"Yessir."
I knew what had happened. God heard my prayer. God sent us a miracle. God proves to me He was real, alive and he was indeed working.
I am no longer shattered glass. The glass is whole again. My faith has returned!
I am truly sorry for speaking against God all this time. I really am. This prayer came from ZERO FAITH in anything ever going our way.
Now I once again have hope!
We are still facing other difficulties. But for the first time ever, I have the willpower to stay determined! Surely if he heard that prayer, he hears others!
God bless every one of us!
From that point on, we have been fighting a year long battle with the government to get her back after she was sent to my cousin to live with him. To sum it up about him, he is pure evil and is an enemy to my family.
Throughout this war we have fought, there have been many good days and even more dark times. Up until yesterday we were in our blackest moment. Then my folks were off to court, which would turn out to be the final, decisive battle.
I was by myself in our hotel room, playing a game on the PlayStation when the thought turned to me..."I know what I need to do right now."
So I went to my bed, kneeled down over the side, cupped my hands into my forehead, closed my eyes and spoke to God.
My prayer was from the origin of a stained, faithless and hope-starved heart. As I prayed in this deep meditation, tears flowed from my eyes, so thick that they made a soggy puddle in the mattress. I trembled as vibrations took my body, as energy fired itself through my soul in all directions of my being. I could feel the very Earth herself opening her eyes and listening to my scared, desperate words. "Bring her back to us...please...whatever You need to do or move, if it brings her back and takes her away from my cousin's abusive domain, just DO IT PLEASE...I give my soul to You. I give myself to You."
Then, my breath released itself into my hands. I didn't tell myself to do it at all. I knew what was happening. My prayer had taken a metaphysical form, in a sense. So a lifted my hands up, and let it fly to Heaven itself. If God was going to hear anything today, it was this. If I was going to prove this day that I truly was a Christian, then this was the proof.
Finally, I bowed to the universe on my knees and said "Let what must be done, be done."
And I waited.
The sound of my stepfather sliding the electronic room key card into the door came next. He flung the door open and waded inside.
"How was court?" I said.
"The judge ruled in our favor."
Every one of my five senses screeched to a halt. Time itself stopped to gasp for breath. The world seemed to fall away leaving only myself and my stepfather.
"No...no.... They didn't..."
"Yeah. They did."
"My sister is coming home?! MY, SISTER, IS COMING BACK TO US?!"
"Yessir."
I knew what had happened. God heard my prayer. God sent us a miracle. God proves to me He was real, alive and he was indeed working.
I am no longer shattered glass. The glass is whole again. My faith has returned!
I am truly sorry for speaking against God all this time. I really am. This prayer came from ZERO FAITH in anything ever going our way.
Now I once again have hope!
We are still facing other difficulties. But for the first time ever, I have the willpower to stay determined! Surely if he heard that prayer, he hears others!
God bless every one of us!
