It has happened to me more than once: my mind is grinding away at a problem—maybe work-related, or a disagreement with my husband—and the grinding is getting me absolutely nowhere. Then, right in the middle of imagining the worst-case scenario, or replaying our argument (and adding what I wish I’d said), I suddenly remember, Oh yeah, I can pray about this!
In fact, it happened just this Monday. After months of worrying about a critical (and missing) document that I had to find for work by tomorrow, it finally occurred to me to pray. Sure enough, the Lord led me to it: all by itself in the file cabinet that I’d checked before, far away from similar documents, where it “should” have been (but that’s okay!). He always leads me to answers when I pray. I should do it more often.
When was the last time God’s Word gave you some answers?