Prayer . . .

So i'm driving down the road and my mind is full of all the decisions my husband and I have to make. They are not decisions we've forseen in our future, and not one of them was necessarily bad. However i'm still stressing. So i've got another 15 or 20 minutes until I make it home and I just feel the need to pray. I think i'll wait until I get home, occupy the kids, and go pray. Not happening! So when I pray I cry, something God put in my genetic code I think! So I pray my way on down the road and home. I get home and go to get my three year old out of his carseat and he says, "Mommy you crying?" Not wanting him to be upset I say, "No baby, Mommy is just talking to God" At this point my three year old looks at me and says, "Jesus loves you" The only thought that ran through my mind was WOW! Even as simple as that statement is, it seemed so profound coming from him! Jesus loves me, I am his child! It IS that simple! Jesus wants the best for me, and what he has for me will always be so much more than I could ever create for myself! The key is being that willing vessel. Keeping myself open to God and his will! I'm not saying it's always an easy thing, honestly it's a hard thing for me! I've always been a very independent person! It's hard for me to rely on anyone other than myself! But God is GOD! He created me and this earth! Who am I to argue with the one who spoke it all into being? So although those decisions still haven't been made, I do believe the remedy is prayer . . .