One morning, it only took me an hour to get so frustrated and angry at work that I had a stress headache and cursed loudly. Startled by what I let fly out of my mouth, I put myself in timeout, and stomped to the restroom. How am I ever going to be a pastor with this anger and this foul mouth? A woman was washing her hands when I stormed in. She turned around and asked if I was alright. Normally, I would tell a stranger I was fine in order to dismiss them but something about the kindness of the woman cut through my blinding anger and I engaged her. “No, not really”, I admitted, “I am very angry!” I pushed into the stall and when I emerged, I was surprised that the kind woman was still there, waiting for me. I felt awkward as she watched me wash my hands and when the noise of the water stopped, I felt like I was supposed to explain myself. I told her that I had just lost control and cursed. I tried to lighten up the mood by joking that I might get kicked out of seminary. Most of the time, people run when I mention seminary, but she didn’t blink. She asked me if she could pray for me. Astonished, I searched her kind face and wondered what would happen if someone came into the work restroom and found us praying. Bravely, I accepted her offer. She put her hands on my chest and upper back and prayed a prayer like I have never heard before. My thick anger started to dissipate. Realizing that this woman was a prayer warrior and that I would probably never see her again, I asked her to pray for my headache too. I knew something supernatural was happening. When she finished, I asked for her name and asked if it was alright if I could contact her. She agreed. By the time I got back to my desk, my black tar-like anger was gone. There was no trace of it. In about 30 minutes, my headache was also gone. I get headaches frequently and I’ve never had that bad of a headache go away without lots of medicine. I had been praying for a woman to help me in my spiritual journey and I found out that day that her name is May.