One of the first times I remember my prayers being answered was when I was about five years old. There was some toy that I had lost. I searched everywhere, but to no avail. I was in despair.
But then I said a prayer, and as soon as I opened my eyes, there it was — in a place I looked a billion times before. My prayer was answered.
Since that time, I’ve remembered that if Heavenly Father took the time to answer that simple child’s prayer, he would be there for me whenever I needed him. Even if it was outside regular office hours.