I'm an intercessory missionary and newly commissioned staff member at Sanctuary House of Prayer and what we do is, well, pray. We mostly intercede for big issues: revival in our region, the ending of abortion in Canada, for the church in Manitoba to be more fascinated with Jesus and salvations in entire generations. It can be a wee challenging to wait for answered prayers when the target is so huge.
So I'm completely astonished when my heavenly Papa moves upon my seemingly insignificant petitions. Yesterday, for example, I asked Him in the weakest way if I could get a good night's sleep. I haven't been sleeping much in the night because of my elderly cat and some pesky low grade anxiety.
And not only did I sleep a good seven hours, my cat curled up beside me and slept as well. When I woke up, I lifted my head and said "Wait...what? You heard that silly little prayer!" Oh how I love Him.