The Power of Prayer

I’ll never forget being up there in that plane, an arms stretch away from billions of twinkling stars, willing to jump at any moment into the safety of angel arms.

I thought a stolen phone was enough to leave me in a state of despair as I was about to fly east to another country (this time one of the most expensive on Earth), but seeing my bank account at $150 took the cake.

A year backpacking solo around the globe was coming to an end and I was about to land in Australia with no job lined up, no friend or fellow nomad to lean on, no phone, no car, and no accommodation confirmed yet.

And in the midst of overflowing with joy and humor watching the Robin William’s documentary, I look out the window and felt a tidal wave of tears boiling up my chest, throat, about to waterfall down my face.

It was the first time I truly felt alone, and all I wanted was to be held by someone who loved me unconditionally who wasn’t alive anymore. My aunt Julie.

And so…

I prayed.

I prayed to her, my late grandpa, and late grandmother.

I prayed for everything I felt I needed to sustain my travel in Australia.

I prayed for my couch surfing accommodation request be granted.

I prayed for a job.

I prayed for direction.

I prayed for a cheap used phone.

I prayed for comfort.

And you know what happened.

When I landed I had a message from a couch surfing host saying I could stay even longer than I requested in my own room, and that he would show me around town & help me look for work.

I had a friend from Barcelona reach out who was living in Perth offering a used iPhone for me to have.

I received a message from a Workaway host about nannying her daughter in a beautiful community in Bellingen, New South Wales.

I was comforted daily by my hosts dog and his welcoming artistic home full of plants, art, and instruments.

I was invited by friends that lived in Perth who I met in Spain to hangout and party for the football game.

One prayer.

One prayer was all it took for my needs to be met.

And one prayer is all it takes for yours to be met too.

All it requires is a little faith and an attitude of gratitude.

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