Answered Prayers

I had the sweetest experience this morning.
J just pulled a 3 day at the station....which means a 72 hour shift. He got off at 8 this morning. I am not sure why, but day 2 and 3 into his shift I was having some major anxiety. It is something I deal with periodically...so not really anything new.
It was especially cramping my style this time cause I first needed to go to the dentist (1 hour away) yesterday and then today I needed to go to a root canal specialist in Olympia (1.5 hours away).
I did not want to go. The first night I didn't sleep most of the night because of my anxiety. Last night I did sleep well, but woke up many times..worrying about the drive in the morning. I had to leave right at 8 am to get there...basically after my seminary class, I wasn't feeling well...was discouraged about another root canal...worried about some loved ones in hard situations, and then just having basic anxiety. And, then to top it off, we had a storm last night...winds, rain...not too bad, but enough to add to my worry.
I obviously needed to get the work done, but was seriously considering changing my appointment to give me a few days to get over my anxiety...but I knew that wasn't smart either.
When I woke up I decided I would prepare like I was going, but if I was still anxious about it, I would cancel when it was time to go....after seminary. While I was teaching my class I got a text from Jeremy...who'd been up most of the night running calls....I know ..... I heard them.... ;)
I hadn't told Jeremy of my stresses...and my struggle with not wanting to go. I hadn't really had the chance, but also knew he had a busy day ahead of him with construction after being at the station for so long.
BUT, he told me to call him before I left. While I was giving my lesson, I'd pretty much resolved to myself that I would get the dang thing out of the way...and that I needed to quit being a wimp. When my class was done I called....and J told me that he'd realized this morning that he should take me! I almost started crying. I probably should have been a big girl and told him I could go on my own, but I couldn't. I just felt so grateful....
My prayer was answered.
I am grateful for a husband who listens to promptings...and still takes time out of his too busy days to let me be a wimp...and I am grateful to a Heavenly Father who answers those prayers that remind me He listens even to the little problems.
I am blessed.