I remember strolling through Ross and a plaque catching my eye. ‘Prayer Changes Things‘ was printed on a narrow board I thought I could put above the sink as a reminder while doing dishes. I scoffed as I placed it in my cart. My mind fought to believe the words because I needed them to be true. I had been praying for things to change in a marriage I felt stuck in for years. Within a couple of months of buying that little plaque, I found myself on my parents’ couch with my three-year-old. It’s not the change I had prayed for but I had been baptized and feeling alive in the Spirit for the first time. It was the change I needed. I promise: