Yes, prayers do get answered 

A few weeks before my husband dropped the bomb, a fellow Soldier and I were talking. He is a good friend of mine but we do not socialize outside of work. I value his opinion and for some reason, he values mine. There was this job that I told him he should apply for. He didn't think he would get it. I told him that he for sure wouldn't if he didn't apply.  It meant a promotion and that he could stay in the military longer. He kept telling me that he would leave it in God's hands. I told him to put his damn application in and then leave it in God's hands. I hounded him as only a friend can do. I later heard he had gotten the job and called to give him my congrats. He told me he was getting ready to call me to say thank you. He said if I hadn't of hounded him, he wouldn't have put in for it. He was on cloud nine. I told him that he deserved it and he was the best qualified end of story and that he should learn to trust me. (ha).  Husband has now dropped the bomb. My friend told me I should apply for his old job because it would mean a promotion for me. I told him that with my personal situation, I didn't think it was a good idea and that I didn't think I would really stand a chance to get it anyway. I told him I had plenty of time to make rank and needed to put my kids first (the higher paying job is a 45 minute commute instead of a 10 minute one). He gave my own advice back to me. Put my application in and then put it in God's hands. I did. (He gave me a taste of my own medicine). This week was my first divorce care meeting and the subject was finances after divorce. Ironic? No, God answering prayers. I got a call today that I got the job. I got a job, I didn't think I had a chance at. Yes, I will have to let my daughter get her driver's license, she has been driving on a permit for over a year. I will have to find some sort of car for her so my kids can transport themselves back and forth to practices if I can't be home in time. I will be able to take better care of my kids. I won't have to work longer hours. I will leave earlier in the am but that doesn't affect my kids. Did I really think I wouldn't be taken care of if I put it in God's hands? Well, even though I have trouble relying on someone other than myself to make things happen, I did this one time. There is power in prayer even though it wasn't me doing the praying. What a feeling of peace that gave me today to realize I am not alone. I kept saying I was, but I am not. I just needed to be reminded I guess.