It didn’t come the way I expected

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I don’t know about you, but when I pray, I have an expectation of how I think God will answer. It’s either one of my long-never-spoken-to aunt calls me and tells me to send my account number or I just happen upon the boss of that company I applied to on the train and he offers me the job on the spot. Yes? No.