I'm happy today because God answers prayer. I'd forgotten to send a certain Christmas card, so this morning, Saturday, I prepared one intending to mail it on my way to work at the post office near my house. I forgot about it, though, and found myself looking for a post office or mailbox around the area where I work, which I'm not familiar with. It wouldn't have been the end of the world if I had to wait til Monday to mail it, but I was frustrated that I'd forgotten to mail it and really didn't want it to arrive late. So I prayed that God would show me a post office or mailbox. I texted the mom of the little boy I take care of on weekends asking her if her apartment complex office has a mailbox or if there's one somewhere else but she didn't get the text. I had to get to the job so I decided to check the complex's office to see if they could mail it for me. I walked through the office doors and at the same time a postal worker walked in from a hallway and stopped in front of me. We looked at each other, she saw me holding the card and said, "I'll take that."