In what ways have your prayers been answered?

One night, I invited the Sister missionaries over for dinner. Before they left, we knelt to say a prayer. The Sister missionary prayed that we would be blessed with protection in our home. It struck me as a little odd because I didn't feel I lived in a dangerous place. I had no idea what was about to happen that night.
Later that night, one of my neighbors unexpectedly asked me to babysit her three little boys. Around midnight, she came to pick them up, but only took her baby. She left her three and four year old with me because she said they were too heavy for her to carry. I didn't have a problem with that, so she left. Around two o'clock in the morning, I was asleep and dead tired. I heard a voice saying, "Irene, open the door." I was too tired to even open my eyes much less get up and check the door. I heard the voice again, and somehow managed to drag myself out of bed. I recognized the voice as the mother of the little boys, so I drowsily and slowly opened the door. When I opened the door, she ran inside and said, "Quick close the door, he's coming!" The instant that I closed the door and locked the deadbolt, I felt a huge force against the door as her husband threw himself at my front door. He proceeded to attempt to knock down my door as he yelled threats and profanity at me. She hysterically went to my phone and dialed 911. This nightmare was enough to frighten me, but I remembered the Sister missionaries' prayer to protect our home . I felt a peace overcome me that I had never felt before. In that moment, as a beast was beating my door, threatening me, and shaking my home like in an earthquake, I felt no fear. I was perfectly calm, and I knew without a doubt that he would not get in.
After the police arrived, she and her boys left. I went to close my door and noticed that I couldn't. The door had become so badly misaligned that it wouldn't even stay closed. I propped my stroller up against the front door to keep it from swinging open. I knelt and said a prayer that God would not allow anyone to pass through the door as my girls and I slept. In the morning, I awoke safe and sound with just a stroller holding my door closed. Days later, I ran into the neighbor again, and she told me that the police had been unable to find her husband that night. "What?!" I questioned myself in disbelief. "You mean I went to sleep with just a stroller against my door while that man was loose that night?!" This experience taught me the power of prayer. God had indeed heard our prayers, and He had protected us completely.