Miracles

'Then sings my soul, my savior God to thee. How great thou art, how great thou art. Then sings my soul, my savior God to thee. How great thou art, how great thou art'

This Hymn was just like any other hymn to me, two days ago. This hymn, although absolutely beautiful still, was just a number on a page. Things have changed now.

I was crying, I was crying in the middle of a book store. Embrassing, yes, but all the same. I was crying because I was having two of the worst days I've ever had, with no one to talk to. I tried to talk, but the tears choked back the words.

I had no one to talk to, oh so I thought. Then something played in my head, something a prophet once said. "when you are weeping, the angels of heaven weep with you". I then realized I could talk to god, in the middle of a book store, even so.

What a marvelous thing Prayer is, really. I don't think we really think about it, but what a marvelous thing. We are talking with God, the almighty, the all powerfull. And he is listening to us because he wants to listen to us. He is listening to us because he loves us, and wants us to be happy. 'Men are that they might have joy.' He is there, and he is listening because he is our heavenly father, and we are his children. He is listening because he loves us. What a marvelous thing Prayer is, and we can say them any time.

So I prayed, I prayed one of the most heartfelt prayers I could. And I begged for happiness, begged to end the tears. And, in the middle of a book store, comes on the hymn "How Great thou art" overhead.

In the middle of a book store, I found comfort. In the middle of a book store, God listened and answered my prayer. Never has any hymn spoke so well to me. What a miracle.

"Then sings my soul, my savior God to thee. How great thou art, how great thou art."

This is not just a number on a page anymore. It's an answer to a prayer. It's a Miracle.