The Power of Prayer

Satan laughs at our words.
Mocks at our toil.
But trembles when we pray.

I feel extremely exhausted. I went to bed at 2:30am, and woke up at 8:30am. Last night J needed me to be there for him. I had never seen him so sad, and for the first time, he showed his emotion and cried because he was hurt, and he felt like he had failed in someone that he had loved dearly. I won't go into detail, but last night I was equally sad yet thankful to God that he had answered a prayer of mine. J and his family is going through a very difficult time, and I continually prayed for them. But last night, I was touched when I asked J to pray with me, and afterwards, he said a prayer himself. I was so touched, and I thanked God that J realized that asking God for help can't be such a bad thing.