I’ve had times, where I felt hopeless. My bubble of a dream burst - just like that. The plans I’ve made for my life, the things I wanted to achieve - all gone.

All gone.

In those moments, I’ve prayed.

Not the “God is great, God is good, let us thank him for his food, Amen.” type of deal.

I’ve poured out my heart. I have said everything that depressed me. I cried. I screamed.

And then: Nothing. I’ve felt nothing change, no voice in my head, just nothing.

That had me perplexed. I felt this warmth.

Even though the bubble is still burst, I am suddenly happy.

God told me, “not now”. I have to wait, but I know, it is God’s plan. And he knows what he’s doing.

He answers prayers, but not always the way we expect him to.