Sometimes I'm amazed at the specificity of God's response. A few years ago I prayed that Dad would get a new appointment, one at which he would feel fulfilled and purposeful and would not be checking his retirement clock every single day (I bought the thing for him as a joke but then soon regretted it when he would miserably recalculate the exact year/month/day/ moment he could retire each day). My parents moved to Pana last June, and Dad is the happiest I've seen him in a long, long while. Without prompting from me he told me that he wasn't even sure where the retirement clock ended up after the move, maybe in a closet somewhere.
I had prayed for Mom when she was sick and depressed--we had no idea why and she refused to see a doctor. That one took a while. We discovered that she had diabetes, and since she's restricted her diet and begun taking care of it, she's healthy--she doesn't even need insulin shots!
I prayed to find my birth family, especially my brother Justin. What I found was not only a real, living blood brother, but a wonderfully sensitive, kind, giving, earnest person who immediately embraced me after a quick phone call and invited me to his small wedding a few months later. After 25 years, I was a sister just like that.
I prayed for the opportunity to go back to school, but then when the opportunity came I was reluctant to leave my job and all I worked for, and I put that at God's feet too. Then, to the amazement of many, I was able to do both. MGH allowed me to take a company computer and work part-time remotely, a flexible work arrangement that had never been done before at the company. Even more, I've been blessed with a wonderful manager who is so supportive and interested in my writing, writing that has nothing to do with my MGH work.
There are many more recent blessings of personal healing, born during times when I didn't even know what, really, I needed to pray for.
And lately, with this sudden influx of dating, I'm finding that my cup, as they say, overflows.
I choose God every day. And though I may not always recognize it, every day He hears me.