Pleas of help were swirling inside me, but they were confounded by self pride. At the moment of what seemed to be a personal break down, I went to my knees. I prayed real hard to my loving Heavenly Father. In an act of desperation, I begged, "Just let things go a little smoother for me. Please help me relax and gain my cool."
Just after my prayer, I opened up my scriptures to Ether 12:27 ( my favorite scripture) by chance. (Prayer answered by God) As the week went on though, I found myself back in the slums, trying to twist my answer into just a coincidence. Again, returning to my knees asking for help.

Church comes and it seems about the same. In between classes I wander down to get a drink. Lost in my own thoughts, becoming unassertive of the world around me. Next thing I know something is clinging to my leg. With this I snap back into reality, I had a 4 year old passenger hanging onto my leg. Within seconds I had 5 or 6 of them clinging to me saying "Missionary we LOVE you!"
As a smile went from ear to ear, trying not to cry, I knew God had listened and answered my prayer. I know that God answers in all sorts of ways, but this specific prayer of mine had been answered by the love of a group of 4 year olds. No matter where we are at in our lives, I challenge us to have a "talk with God".
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