Who says God doesn't answer prayers?

This week (well, yesterday), Wyatt got called in to do his American duty- jury duty. As we left the house today, he asked me for a pad of paper. Here's how the conversation went...

Wyatt: "Babe, where's the pad of paper?"

Me: "In the box, why?"

Wyatt: "Well, I need something to take notes on."

Me: "Did they ask you to take a pad of paper? Don't they provide that for you?"

Wyatt: "I don't know, but I wanna be prepared."

Before Wyatt even got to the court house the other day, I knew that he would be chosen. How could he not be? He's the PERFECT candidate for a jury. I'm sure he thought of a million ways he could get out of it...a million reasons why he just couldn't serve on a jury- his wife is pregnant- NO, he needs to work- NO, there's not much work at work....nope, nada...no reasons.

Because there's not much work coming in, Wyatt's been coming home early, which means...less of a check. So, he's been praying to God for a consistent income this year. Well, he wasn't too specific with G-O-D because God gave him a consistent income alright...by putting him on a jury! At least work will pay for a full day for ten days of jury duty. Hahaha.

Who says God doesn't answer prayers? :)

God Bless,
Kat

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