My Peanut Prayer

Some folks prefer a cool breeze a-blowin’ even in December; others prefer a little heat even in July. One summer morning I awoke to the roar of the air-conditioning. I dreaded crawling out of my cozy blanket cocoon to encounter an arctic attack flowing from the vents. So in my half-asleep state, I prayed a peanut-size prayer for protection against the impending icy onslaught.

Two minutes before getting-up time, I heard the bathroom door rattle open; seconds later the AC’s bellowing suddenly ceased.

Although I know that my husband had been the one to adjust the thermostat that caused the air-conditioning to subside, I also know that my merciful heavenly Father had answered my peanut prayer in a warm and wonderful way.