One man shares:
Several years ago, I'd hit bottom. My marriage was crumbling, my career was in the tank and I was in a prosperity crisis.
I was in no mood for a joke.
Yet, one day, feeling lower than imaginable, I was driving through town repeating my "prayer" during that time,
God, if you're really there, show me a sign. I need a sign. I feel like you've left me and if you haven't, give me a sign please!
Trying to focus through my tears, I was stopped at a traffic light and glanced over at a ragged billboard in an overgrown vacant
lot. It said, "Pray. It works."
Well, the humor overcame me and when the light changed, I had to pull over. I was laughing for the first time in months. I wanted a sign and got a billboard. I wanted a message and there it was, three words reeking with meaning.
I follow the advice on that peeling billboard to this day. Pray. It
works. And when I pray, I'm smiling, smiling at the simple truth that it contains.
