I prayed last night before going to bed, as I do most nights. I love to pray, especially my night-time prayers because I'm usually more alert then than I am during my morning prayers.
Last night, as I crawled into bed after praying when I should have been stressed and worried about all sorts of things I had one of those happy-all-over moments. I was (and am) so happy that I know that when I pray, He listens.
I don't know what the future holds, but right now I'm not worried about it. I know He cares. I know He loves us.
I know that I have a Father in heaven and that He hears my prayers.
And that makes me happy:)