Today is Tuesday. That is important even though my story started...well I'm not sure when but it started a long time ago, involves many people, and the intersection of all of our timelines. So I guess God is probably the only person who can see where it all began.
Anyway, to be consise I'm gonna have to choose a point to start from. Also to make the story as less about me as possible I'll start from about two weeks ago.
April 21, 2011.
A best friend of mine confided in me that a person very important to her was going to jail. She loves him, and she was very scared and upset for him. A week later we all (a group of his friends and her friends)spend time with him before his date to leave. He cried as one by one we said our goodbyes. The last person with him was my best friend until the early morning of his departure.
This past weekend my BFF just didn't seem right. She was very distracted so I did my best to be there for her. While we were out one night. I said "Tuesday. Tuesday sounds like a good day for him to be home." She looked at me unbelievingly so I added "I'll pray about it, don't worry." To be honest, I had no feeling one way or another. I had no insight into the situation except that by asking God for assistance I would be doing my best service to both my best friend and the guy she cares for. So I prayed. I prayed more than once. I did it when the issue came to my mind. I literally prayed for him to be released on Tuesday. Not Monday or sooner, not Weds or later. Tuesday. It was always Tuesday I prayed for and not just "God please release him early." No I specifically asked for Tuesday everytime.
Today is Tuesday May 3, 2011. The man who my best friend loves so much was released from jail today. She thanked me, but I told her not to because God did all the work. I only asked.
Have a blessed day.
