A Prayer in my Inbox

I added a folder to my inbox the other day called "Prayer"

Recently, I have realized that prayer does not just have to be spoken to someone, it can be written.
Tonight, I saw it written for me...
and I am overwhelmed.
***I have a moment in my mind that I will never forget.
My great grandmother had passed away mere moments after I met my future husband.
I had always wanted her to meet him.
I had always wanted her to do what she had done for family before--
speak her acknowledgment that this man I had met was the one.
In an odd array of circumstance, I found myself sleeping in her home for the last time the eve before her funeral.
In that evening, laying beside my sister and breathing in the last moments I would be a part of her earthly home, I prayed.
I prayed for the man I met because he asked me to.
During that prayer, I was given a vision.
I was given a vision of who this man was in his family and what would unfold for him.
When I returned from her funeral, I told this man I prayed for him and of my vision.
I'll never forget what he said,
"You actually prayed? So many people say they will but they don't."
I did and I felt the vision was my great grandmother's blessing up there in Heaven with God.
***The other day when I said the words for my own heart could not escape my insides
I had warriors praying for me.

My inbox delivered a prayer tonight.
An email from my closest Godly friendship came through in a moment that reminded me...
I AM NOT ALONE.
She reminded me of this amazing vision I had of Jesus standing in her apartment with arms spread open.
She reminded me to see THAT Jesus.
She was going boldly before me into a place that I could not touch.
I cried.
Oh how heavy this earthly body can feel.
Oh how heavenly His presence IS!