That's the good stuff

I was thinking about prayers last night and how often I forget to pray for myself. Or at least, my prayers for myself are only in relation to other people. "Help me to be a good mother..." or "Help me to be a better wife...". Those kinds of things.

But in the last week, I've witnessed answers to my husband's prayers on my behalf. I've mentioned being super stressed about this fundraiser night I'm in charge of. I've heard my husband ask in family prayers for people's hearts to be touched to step up and help and I'm sure he says it in his personal prayers, too. And suddenly, people are emerging from the woodwork, people who are strangers to me, who are offering to help with some of the most difficult and time consuming parts of the night.

My only prayer through all of this has been that I'll be handle it and still be kind to my family. That's important to me because I'm a Type-A perfectionist on stuff like this. So far, I've been able to stay calm and treat my family the same. But it never occurred to me to pray for help from others because I so often tackle things on my own. I asked for help in multiple emails and phone calls and I didn't get much. I figured my elbow grease would eventually make it all come together.

I forgot about my knees.

I'm thankful for a husband who prays for me, who has enough faith to pray and soften people's hearts and have his prayers answered. I'm thankful for the answers to the limited prayers I pray and the knowledge that my Heavenly Father is waiting to pour out blessings...if only I remember to ask.