The answered prayer

When I got the word that we would finally be moving out of Manhattan, or I should say when the whirlwind began and we suddenly were moving, I thought it was an answer to a long asked prayer. That all of my dreams were going to finally come true, and life would be perfect. And they did for the most part, and everything is pretty close to perfect. But I'm learning now it wasn't an answer to my prayer, it was an answer to someone else's. It was time for him to open my eyes, he was going to put me to work.
Everyone always thinks they have the worst problems in the world, I'm no different. I thought my life was ending living in Manhattan and is some cases it was. About a month before we moved, I told God I would give him my problems and let him lead us. That I was giving up fighting it, I was at my end, whatever was his will would be. And it took a loong time to finally reach that point. I would have never dreamt he would have taken me home to teach me a lesson. Suddenly before we even knew it we were packing boxes and moving home. Everything was happening and we were just holding on. I thought he was finally answering my prayer. But he wasn't, he has been teaching me making me realize I really don't have any problems in my life. That I really don't have anything to worry about. That my life really is a breeze, that I'm going to be ok and there are much bigger fish to fry out there. But more importantly, he put me where I needed to be. Whether I really wanted to be there or not.
I feel like he brought me here to help. And it is seriously exhausting. To help other people, in turn showing me I really don't have any problems.  To help one person who has carried me through my whole life and guided me and molded me into a great person. Now it is my turn to do the work. Everyone joked when I started working for my dad that I would be able to do whatever I want. Basically, it would be a free for all for me. I could ride my horse when I want and do whatever. But it couldn't be farther from that. I feel a responsibility that noone else does, his burdens are mine, his business is my responsibility. We went to the bank to meet everyone the first week that I was here, he introduced me to the lady I would be mainly dealing with and he said, "this is my daughter" "we have someone here now who cares", it was like he was saying, "she is finally here" and we all teared up. I knew then that I was the answer to his prayer, and that this is what I had to do. He is my dad and I will never ever fail him. I feel like I went from having nothing to having the whole world dumped in my lap and God saying, here, figure this out if you think you have it so bad. I get it. Now the task of learning to balance. Learning to not feeling guilty going to ride, and to realize I dont always have to be doing something. The worlds not going to fall if I stop moving forward lol. It's funny how the tables turn and how God answers prayers. I thank him every day for the changes hes made.