The fact of God's help from Anna 03.08.2024

Hello, Father Vladimir, hello dear prayer companions! I want to share with all of you an instance of God's help. I'll start a bit from afar. I wouldn't call myself religious, but, as they say, I've always lived with faith in my soul. And so, in 2016, my mother fell ill. She became seriously ill—cancer. My mother underwent a 6-hour surgery. As they say, until thunder strikes, a man won't cross himself. That's how it was with me. Until trouble struck my mother... With my mother's illness, I realized that if God gives us a trial, it means He knows we can endure it. All trials are given to a person for a reason and never as a punishment. I learned about the website "Spiritual Lighthouse" by chance. I visited the site, started listening to Father Vladimir's sermons, and felt such peace and calm in my soul. Then, from Father Vladimir's sermons, I learned about the Prayer by Agreement. I began reading Akathists (you could say, all of them). I fully understand and understand that I won't get an answer right away, and I don't expect an instant change. I admit, sometimes I pray haphazardly, noticing that I lack focus during prayer, during the reading of Akathists. From Father Vladimir's sermons, I know that consistency is important. So, I pray and read Akathists, sometimes attentively, sometimes distractedly. I live in Yerevan. At the end of September this year, the Karabakh conflict, which has been going on for 30 years, flared up again, and war began. My husband was called up by the military commissariat. They called and told him to pack essentials and be at the assembly point by 8:00 PM. My husband obediently packed his things and left. He was warned that he would be taken until the end of the hostilities. As soon as my husband left the house, I began reading the Akathist to St. George the Victorious. I read it, tears streaming down my face. I understood that help wouldn't come immediately, and they had said he would be taken until the end of the war. And so, I'm reading the Akathist to St. George the Victorious, tears flowing, all sorts of thoughts swirling in my head. An hour passes. My husband calls and says he's coming home because he needs to undergo a medical examination. My husband has very severe myopia, and he's 46 years old. My first thought was—Glory to You, Lord! I always thank God for everything I have and even for what I don't have. I try to pray, or at least say short prayers, without fail. Forgive me, it turned out long and a bit chaotic.