Getting what we pray for

OK.  I probably should have used the first person singular here... but I wanted some company, so I included all you people who may have had this experience too.  How did I know they needed volunteers now?  Especially now?  Well.  I didn*t. And it seemed a reasonable way to use my seemingly endless hours, and I figured I might be dead by the time I got the final counseling license.  Oh surprise.  Once more it becomes clear it*s not all about me.

With all the focus

On getting

What we pray for,

Sometimes we forget

We may be the answer

To someone else*s prayers.

Sometimes we find out

In odd circuitous ways,

We were meant to be here

Or perhaps

We were meant to be there.

Sometimes we simply show up

Unaware.

We are greeted with

How did you know?

How could you possibly know?

We shrug our shoulders

Perhaps we smile a tiny smile,

All the while

Thinking

This is an unlikely

Response

To the question we wanted

God to answer.

We continue to wait

For the right answer

To come,

When it already has.

Sometimes we forget to look

The other way.