Of course, not all prayer is answered in an obvious way. Since my son first came home, 8 weeks old and weighing just 5lb, I've been praying for his first school days, that he wouldn't be bullied. What happened there then? I don't know, but I do know this. I would rather go through life believing that we are not helpless in the face of disasters because someone cares and someone listens and someone has the power to do something, somewhere. It's a bit like the butterfly in Chaos theory. The slight trembling of the air can cause turbulence elsewhere that can lead to a hurricane. How do I know my prayers weren't answered in ways and places that I know nothing about? At least I tried.
Peter Rabbit and I will have a cosy day at home with the cats and hope for the best.