I prayed for what I want...

...but instead I got what I need!

My car has indicated to me that it’s not feeling very well. It's never gone wrong in all the time I've had it but it's a machine; it had to go wrong at some point and that point is right now.

As I parked outside my house, I knew that it might be the last time I'd fire up it's engine for a long time and I was right.

About five hours later when it was time for me to work a long night shift, the car coughed, spluttered and died.

I sat down inside the car, put my hands together and prayed. I prayed that the car would start when I started the engine again. I said to myself I believe in the power of prayer. I've been a relatively good girl. God will look at me favourably. He knows I'm the breadwinner in my house and I have to go to work for my family. My son's weekend supermarket wages won't feed us. So I prayed and then turned the key in the ignition and the car was silent!

So I said to myself OK, not all prayers are answered but what followed was an indirect response. I got a lift to work from my friend. My son gave me £10 for train fare home and my sister lent me her Ugg boots and hat to keep warm on my journey home. My manager said I can leave to go home an hour earlier than normal and the woman from the Homestart Car Rescue Service said someone would come to take a look at my car first thing in the morning and if they couldn't get it started, they'd take me to the nearest garage.

So as much as I just wanted the car to start and stop being silly, the Universe made it clear that it had it’s own way of dealing with my frantic prayers.