Buffering: Unshared Tales of a Life Fully Loaded

I remembered a talk in the Kingdom Hall my father had given about how we could not pray for specific things, because it might not be in God’s plan for us to have them. Instead, we must pray for the strength behind those things, for the meaning behind them. I had spent more than a year and a half praying for God to help me find a husband. But maybe I hadn’t found him because I hadn’t been capable of it.

That night, instead of my usual prayers for a man to sweep me off my feet, I prayed: “God, please help me to understand my heart. Please guide me toward love.