I'd like to share something kind of personal that had a tremendous effect on me.
Years ago, my husband and I hit a proverbial road block and had to live off our home storage for a while. My parents had given us a wheat grinder for Christmas the year before and I was using it constantly. With six kids at home, we were going through a gallon of milk a day. I'm sure they don't have great memories of drinking powdered milk.
"Mom, my milk has lumps in it"
"Then chew it!"
I'm joking - that's from a TV show we loved. My powdered milk never had lumps...
I was also making eight loaves of bread a week. Needless to say, my grinder was always in use. One day while making a cake, I noticed that I had run out of powdered sugar and needed frosting. In my infinite wisdom, I had this brilliant idea that I could grind sugar. :-o I watched in horror as the melted sugar started oozing from the flour outlet. The moment I turned it off, I realized that it had crystallized and the grinder has frozen up. Not my proudest moment. FYI, you can't grind sugar in a wheat grinder.
I grabbed my grinder and tools and ran to find a quite place, which happened to be my bathroom, where I could try and fix it without being interrupted.
I've always been able to fix things, so I took it apart, keeping detailed notes so I could put it back together again. I spent what seemed like an hour chiseling at the hardened sugar trying to get it to a place where I thought it would work again. When I felt like I had gotten as much as I could, I started putting it back together, reversing my directions.
Everything was working fine, until I got to the gear mechanism. It didn’t make sense to me, and I couldn’t understand my notes. I was so close, but I was stuck. It was finally at that point with tears streaming down my face that I realized there was nothing more I could do by myself and I got on my knees. I explained my problem to Heavenly Father and let him know how much we needed this grinder right now. I couldn’t do this without His help. After my prayer, I went back into the bathroom and looked at my grinder. I have a hard time explaining what happened next, but it’s as if my mind was opened and I saw that grinder in a different way. I understood how it worked - it all made sense. I could have built one from scratch if I’d had to.
I put the gears back in order, closed it up and turned it on. It worked! By the time I had finished attaching the base, I had forgotten everything - I don’t know how I did it. But for that brief moment, the Lord had given me such a wonderful gift. He had opened my eyes so I could understand how to fix my problem.
No one can tell me God doesn't answer prayers. I know He loves us and wants to help us with things that are important to us. Don't be afraid to get on your knees.