God came through

I prayed for you for my entire life;
And God came through.
I prayed for you at 16,
Sleeping with four other girls in a bunk bedded room as I struggled to believe I was worthy of anyone’s love.
I prayed for you at 18,
Crying in the car of my McDonald’s manager and telling him things had to get better for me as we sat in a hotel parking lot the police had gotten me a voucher for after being nearly sexually assaulted.
I prayed for you again at 20,
When my ex cheated on me and left me pregnant with his child.
I prayed for you at 22,
When my brain told me I was an unworthy mother and an unworthy person and the only thing that kept me alive was my daughter some days.
I prayed for you at 23,
Countless nights spent crying and alone in the guest room in the house of a man who had the title of husband-
But didn’t act like one.
I prayed for you at 24,
Standing in the kitchen with his hand against my throat telling me how he hopes I’m raped and murdered.
I begged god for you at 25,
When I watched my dad die and my ex husband made it his mission to make things worse.
I prayed for you at 26,
When my HR boss told me to pray for a kind, gentle man who would bring me the peace I needed and bring me closer to God.
Less than a month after I finally got down on my knees and cried, begged, pleaded.
God sent me you.
I’m gonna spend the rest of my life with you;
Because I’ve been praying for you my entire life.
And God came through.