I am in the same boat with LT, Honesty and Grace. ALL my prayers to Jesus have always been answered. Just like he promised, "whatever you ask me, I will do it" - and he has. He is the head of the church and that is the Father's arrangement. We have access to the father through Jesus only.
I remember the first time I prayed to Jesus. I was so nervous that I would be struck dead or something. The WT makes it a big sin to pray to Jesus and like LT said - insist you dial a wrong number. (nice way of putting it). Anyway, I asked Jehovah first to "allow" me to approach his son, then I prayed to Jesus to help me.
The scenario was this; I was locked in my bedroom with a bottle of pills ready to end my life. My two young kids (9 and 11 at the time) were downstairs playing. I was not thinking rationally as I would NEVER in a million years hurt my kids. My hubby was packed and ready to leave me, my friends were shunning me, I was confused about my faith and felt hurt and alone in the world. Anyway I prayed to Jesus asking simply for help out of the confusing thoughts in my head and for a shoulder to lean on. This thru very intense tears I may add. You cannot imagine the stress I felt unless you have ever gotten to that point in your life yourself.
At that moment, while still praying, I felt a warm calming feeling come down from my head to my feet. First, it felt like someone touched the top of my head, (like a hand on my head) then It felt like someone wrapped me totally in a warming blanket. It was Sooo comforting! The thoughts of suicide left, I felt very calm. That night I told my hubby if he wanted to leave to go ahead and do it, that I would be o.k. Turns out he didn't want to leave for real anyway, he was trying to scare me back into the kh. It didn't work and I Da'd that same week.
This was my first prayer the Lord answered and was not the last. Since that day, I never felt alone anymore. My hubby does not believe my experience. It chalks it up to emotion only. But my life has done a 100% turn for the better since that day. I am stronger in my faith, have more love in my heart for all people, and have not been depressed since then, and have resisted joining another cult that my hubby wanted to join right after leaving the WT. You can say my eyes are now "wide open" and cannot be decieved again. For these reasons and some others, I believe that Jesus came to me in my darkest hour and gave me HIS shoulder to lean on and will believe this for the rest of my life. Hope some of you here experience the same some day in your lives some day.
P.S. looking back on my last year in the tower, Jesus tried coming to me many times but I would not allow him to. Finally I surrendered and what happened next in my life is what was I call "my miracle". I was so moved by my experience I wrote a poem called "what I want to say to the Lord - when I see him in person". Any of you believers out there want a copy - just pm me. Lilly