Hugs for you dear sister! When I wrote this part of the story tears came into my eyes because I felt like a change was coming into my life as well. Thank God that He is with us in all things. May our Lord uphold you with His grace and peace.
That's the most "effectual" prayer I've ever prayed. 
Wonderful idea for an author to pursue! (From the O/P on I mean) Let me just throw a thought into the mix here:
"And beginning at Moses and all the prophets, he expounded unto them in all the scriptures the things concerning himself." Luke 24:27
Back when I was first filled w/ the Holy Ghost, or within the first year anyway, this verse "lit up" to me and I thought - what an incredible afternoon that must have been!
I had been praying for so many specific things I found in the word and had been convicted over, but I shifted my focus to that one thing, asking Him to show me something like that. Pretty naive, right?
I highly recommend it.
Ro 8:6 "to be spiritually minded [is] life and peace."
Can we re-name this the homesick forum?
I actually wrote about the Emmaus walk with Jesus and the two disciples, where Jesus made the statement you quoted. It's a chapter in my soon to be released book, "though the eyes of Jesus:stories of the resurrection." yup, that's a conversation I would have loved to have heard! 
Entry 1
The Magdalene Journals
The 1st year
Early summer
We left Capernaum and are traveling again, though our friends begged Yeshua not to depart, he insisted that he must go to other towns and cities to proclaim the good news of the Kingdom of Heaven. Although I know he will sorely miss the lake and his beloved Capernaum, I am glad to see he hasn't lost the spring in his step. He and his disciples ran down the road to the village well in Bethseda. The neighbors stood watching and cheering the Master on, but the Zebedee brothers Jochannan and Jacob were the first to arrive, the youngest coming first with his brother Jacob arriving right behind. Yeshua lifted an arm of each of the brother's and announced their victory.
"The first drink from the well belongs to Jochannan and Jacob, the son of thunder!"
Everyone applauded.
The young girls of the village then circled the well chattering and laughing as girls do when they are around men. And here were thirteen! The brothers were their first pick, tall, lean, smooth faces, spiraling dark hair, but shot through with streaks of red because of their days at sea. You can see the copper color when the sun catches their hair. Jochannan has enormous dark eyes while the older, Jacob, has green eyes. The son's of thunder were happy for all the attention. Jochannan grinned from ear to ear when he caught a girl whispering about him. He glanced at his arms. He always wears the sleeves of his robe rolled up and opens his tunic at the neck, baring his chest partially. He never thought twice about it until today. I laughed to see he did nothing to correct his appearance. The girls, a collection of maiden graces, flowing hair and robes made of colorful tapestries surrounded the men, each of them brooding and hoping there was a husband there among the disciples. I knew this because they were without veils. In my culture a veil covering the head is a sign that a woman has been spoken for.
But when Yeshua stepped up to the well and removed his turban and unloosed his hair that had been tied back and shook his head to free the raven locks, I believe every female heart stopped. Now those who have spread disparaging rumors about the Nazarenes appearance could not have observed his stature or his face. The earthy beauty of Yeshua is of meadow and wood and quiet stream. His eyes that gaze at you from between a black curtain of rippling hair are dark like a night sky filled with stars contrasting the whiteness of his face, fringed with a youthful beard. The slender line of his nose greets his full lips which are the same color as the flame gracing his unblemished cheeks. No one came forward when he offered his turban to be wetted down by the cool refreshing water. They only stared at him with opened mouths. He lifted a cup from the wells rim holding it out with a smile, and as if a spell had been cast upon them, still, no one moved.
"My dear Shulamite," he spoke the beloved term in the Song of Solomon, our Hebrew love poetry. Every girl prayed he was referring to her. His eyes fell on a woman who was not among the maidens surrounding the men. She was standing off to the side, hidden in the shadows. Yeshua went straight to her. She immediately knelt before him.
M-Master!" she stammered.
"Yeshi." he replied.
Yeshi Only his closest friends call him by that name. Now she was included in that privileged company. He extended his hand and she placed hers timidly in his grasp. Lifting her gently, he led her to the well. There she stood, in front of everyone, her head uncovered. She was much older than the beautiful girls that had come to fetch water for the men. In fact, she looked older than Yeshua.
No. She was not beautiful at all. He eyes were much too small, her nose much too big and her lips too thin. Her graying hair was coarse and thick, her dress, unkempt. In plain sight of all, the unveiled woman painfully bore the reproach of both the men and women of her village.
Once again Yeshua extended his cup. The woman reached the bucket down into the well, poured the water into a jar and then began to pour some into his cup. With all eyes watching her, she trembled so much, that the water was spilling everywhere except into his cup!
My heart went out to her. Every woman has had at least one embarrassing moment before a man. Instinct took over. I wanted to assist the poor woman. As I took a step forward, Yeshua reached out and touched her hand.
"It's alright." He said. "Here. I will help you."
And he did! He tipped the jar for her, filling his cup and then took a good long drink and yet another. He drenched his turban with cold well water and wiped his face and brow and the back of his neck. Breathing a deep, long, satisfied sigh he asked the woman her name.
"Tamar." replied the woman.
"Beautiful Tamar," answered Yeshua. A slow smile spread across his face. "I thank you."
I watched the color flood her pale cheeks.
Afterwards he led her away from the well, away from the girls who stood shaking their heads and frowning, away from the astonished disciples and straight to his proud female followers. Yes. We were so proud of our Yeshi!
"Tamar, this is Miriam of Magdala and her friend Sushanna. They will introduce you to the other women in our company. Miriam has a story to tell you. I would like for you to hear it."
Tamar's eyes went from Yeshua's face to mine. I immediately placed a friendly arm around her shoulder. The Master nodded and released her into my care.
To be continued...
P.S. I don't know why the bottom half of my story doesn't appear in the same font.
Have to run.
yay!