the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my
than your ways, and my thoughts than your
the rain cometh down; and the snow from heaven,
and returneth not thither, but watereth the
earth, and maketh it bring forth and bud, that
it may give seed to the sower, and bread to the
eater: So shall my word be that goeth out of my
mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it
shall accomplish that which I please, and it
shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.
Each day I receive prayer requests from two
prayer groups I joined on the internet. I count
myself blessed to be a part of them. Prayer is a
privilege we take for granted way too often,
because at our weakest point, God has given each
of us a tool in which we find our greatest help
in times of trouble. But, even greater is the
fact that if we pray for one another before we
get into trouble. That way we can avoid many
attacks of the Satan.
Just think about it, if you will. The Word says,
“If Two Agree.” So, think of the power of ten,
to one hundred people all praying at the same
time in one accord. Imagine how the power of God
can and will move mountains!
Our son was eleven months old. I heard the words
spoken in soft but firm tones telling me that
there was little hope, if any for our precious
son to live through the night. They said if he
did live, he would have permanent brain damage
due to the high fevers and the length of time
the fever stayed spiked.
What started out as a cold, (or so I thought)
turned in to flu symptoms, cough, high fever,
and inconsolable crying. Nothing I did seemed to
help. Nor did the medications the doctor had
given him. He was finally admitted to the
hospital, and after many tests, a spinal tap,
and sleepless nights, it was determined he had
The doctors were doing all they could do. I did
all that I could do. I sat by his bed day and
night. I wept, prayed and prayed even more.
However, I was determined not to accept the news
the doctor had given us. I called everyone I
could think of, and called my Church requesting
prayer. I refused to accept negative thoughts to
creep in to my mind that were against the
promises of God. I determined to trust in God’s
Word and his promises.
As morning broke, so did our son’s fever. I was
awakened by a tiny voice calling out, “Mommy.”
There in front of me stood a child who had been
too weak to stand for days. He smiled as he hung
on to the guardrail of the baby bed. Heaven came
down on earth as the staff and I rejoiced at the
miracle of God.
God moved in a mighty way, all because of people
like you who were willing to make a difference
by taking just a few moments to pray.
Oh yes, our son had no brain damage. If fact, he
graduated at the top of his class. He’s now
preaching the Word, recording Christian music.
All glory to God!
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