When I was very young, I sat on the back porch at my grandmother's house in Mississippi, sobbing over my recently deceased kitten. I railed against God. My great-grandmother asked if I had prayed for it's tiny soul. "Yeth!" I cried with a lisp, "And God didn't answer my prayers!" My great-grandmother gathered up my tear soaked face in her calloused palms and sighed, "Yes, He does, Angel... No is an answer."
I've never forgotten that moment. I was three.
I have said many prayers over the last year and a half. Today I got one answered with a "yes". My breast surgeon gave me a clean bill of health. My mammogram was unremarkable. I don't have to go back for another whole year.
One more milestone. One more release. One more sigh of relief.
One more prayer answered.
