I prayed for it to change. It changed me.

There are things I prayed about for years. Please change this person. Please change this situation. Please make it stop.

Sometimes the situation didn't change. But slowly, I did. I became more patient. More forgiving. Braver. Clearer about what I would and wouldn't accept.

I don't always get the answer I asked for. But I've rarely stayed the same while waiting for it.

Maybe the prayer was working all along — just on a different garden than I expected.