I’m not sure if the phrase, “you’re welcome,” is officially in the Bible, but it should be because,
You’re welcome.
For what? Are you serious? You really have to ask that? For shame my friend, for shame. I’m talking about a little thing we call “Brian got a new job.” Or as I might like to say, “an answered prayer request,” that was tied up with a bow by yours truly.
At the end of the day, it’s not about me. It’s about Brian. I saw a brother in need and did what any prayer warrior, no prayer hero would do. I stepped in and prayed. Like a champ I might add.
And by the way, side note, your cousin Stacy got pregnant. I am on some kind of prayer roll. She’s out of state too, I literally prayed her pregnant across state and county lines. Is there anything you want me to autograph? Like a bulletin or perhaps a copy of the book Left Behind?
Am I surprised that the prayer was answered? Not really. That’s what I do. I’m like the Justin Bieber of answered prayer. I make hits. Am I surprised that it took so long? Yeah, a little bit. I took some time off from my prayer training this winter and probably need to get back in shape. I’ve got a 2.3 week average on getting prayer answered, so that it took Brian 4 weeks to get a job is a little disconcerting.
I mean at the end of the day you feel good about walking away with a win. Was it pretty? Was it perfect? Was it text book? No. But it was a victory. And that’s what you walk away with, a victory.
Are you still doubting? Do I really have to get out my, prayer journal or what I call my, “Things people owe me a debt of gratitude for” journal?
Fine, here, here it is. Right there, “Job for Brian.” See, I wrote it down in ink, for all you prayer haters.
You’re welcome.
