I think the very first and most clear experiences I've ever had was when I was about 16. I was babysitting for the O'Banions. They were members of our church and as far as I could gauge, the richest, most beautiful people on the planet. I was always happy to babysit so I could make a little cash, so I wanted to do such a good job, they would ALWAYS ask me to be their babysitter.
They had a little boy about 6-9 months old and a little girl about 2-3 years old. I wanted to follow to the letter the directions they gave me. I put their son to bed exactly as directed and everything was going fine. Then I put the daughter to bed, but she started fretting and crying and that wasn't working so well. I finally got her to bed but then little brother woke up. I tried everything I knew to get him settled but he just cried and cried. I took him downstairs to get him a bottle, which he refused. I tried walking and singing softly to him but he cried on. I was so worried the O'Banions would come home and see I was an inept babysitter and never have me back. I remember holding that baby boy in my arms and kneeling down in their living room asking the Lord for help. As I stood up, I heard clearly and distinctly in my left ear the words, "Put him to bed, he will be fine." I turned my head to the left to see who it was who had spoken so clearly to me. I HEARD it. No one was there in that empty living room, I knew I had just heard the Spirit of the Lord speak to me. I walked up those steps, put that poor screaming boy in his crib, turned off the light and closed the door. I went down to the kitchen where the baby monitor was located and listened fearfully as he cried. What if the O[Banion's walked in and witnessed me doing nothing while their son was crying? Within a minute, the cries settled and then silence as he fell asleep. I was SO grateful for the answer to my worried prayer. It has been a testimony to me that the Lord hears and answers our prayers, even if they are just simple problems.
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