God, the Universe and Baby Birds - Indeed Working in Mysterious Ways

Woke up this morning with a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach, like something horrible had happened or was about to happen. I didn't want to begin my day in a negative way so I immediately tried to quiet my mind. I pulled light through my body. For those who don’t know what that is, it is pulling the light of the Universe, the light of God, the light of Christ, the light of goodness and love and positivity through my body by envisioning it coming from the heavens, down to Earth, through the top of my head and through every cell in my body. It doesn’t really matter what name is given to this light, what matters is its effect on me which is usually empowering and calming.
This morning however, it did not feel calming. I was having a difficult time shaking this feeling of despair. So, I then prayed, and asked for assistance in changing my vibration. But when I rose and dressed, I was still feeling almost panicked.
I went about my usual morning activities and went outside to water my tomato plant and flowers. One of the plants I water is a large ‘Wondering Jew’ potted plant that sits under the eaves of my house just outside the sunroom. A few weeks ago I’d discovered a bird had built a nest in this pot under the leaves of the plant. Every morning, when I water the plant, the little bird flies out of the nest and then comes back when I walk away. I have peeked inside of the nest a few times and saw five or six beautiful dark blue eggs with white swirls. Today I peeked in again. . . and was horrified.
Apparently, the baby birds had hatched. And now, the nest, which was very deep, was filled with water and the baby birds were floating under the water, mouths gaping open, still…dead. Gasping, I dropped the hose and stood back, tears coming to my eyes immediately. I know it sounds silly, but the horror and despair I felt at that moment, knowing I’d killed those sweet new babies just overwhelmed me. 
I rushed into the house, crying to my husband about what I’d done.  He was slightly sympathetic, trying to convince me that it wasn’t my fault, that I didn’t realize they’d hatched. But all I could think was how stupid I was, that I should have been more careful, that I’d destroyed something beautiful, something innocent, I took away that mother’s current reason for being. If only I could take it all back and do it over again.  I knew it was silly. There are so many more serious things going down in the world right now to waste tears over a few baby birds. War, murder, children being hurt and abused, starvation, etc.. My mind went back to the bad feeling I’d started the day with and thought, my bad feelings are perpetuating! What else may go wrong? How do I stop this train?!
My son and granddaughter were here and after I’d cried about this for some time they decided to go out and see the tragic site firsthand. They came back in and reported that my original diagnosis was wrong. The birds were alive, breathing, sleeping, and whatever water had been in the nest had now drained away. It was almost too good to be true and at first I thought they were teasing me. But they had me go see for myself and I came back inside all smiles, a huge weight lifted off my chest. And for the next several hours, that wonderful feeling of relief and elation and joy and miracles and wonder kept coming back to me. And I realized, my prayer had been answered. The feeling of despair was gone. My vibration had indeed risen to soaring heights. Gratitude was back.  
I’d asked for help fully believing I’d get it. But I'd left my room feeling disappointed. Despite that lack of faith, the tiny bit I’d had in the asking saw me through. I am grateful for feeling connected. And I am grateful for the absolute knowledge, that when I appeal to the loving powers that be, I will receive what I need.