Last July I attended a conference. I had been wanting to attend this conference for over three years and so I approached it with tremendous eagerness and enthusiasm. I simply could not wait to go.
The conference was outstanding; filled with amazing speakers, magnificent worship and inspiring women!
Over the course of the weekend, I passed by the prayer room several times. I very much felt drawn to this place but was hesitant to go in.
Finally, on the morning before I left, I gathered the courage to open the door and step inside.
Upon entering, I was immeadiately aware of the Holy Spirit's undeniable presense and felt nothing but complete peace and love.
Beautiful worship music was playing softly. Candles flickered. I sat quietly for a while; just taking it all in. Then a box on a corner table caught my eye. It was a simple brown box with the words Prayer Requests written across the top. I exhaled slowly. This was why I was here.
For the next 15 minutes I prayed silently to my Saviour asking Him to help me pen the words I knew I needed to write. On shaky legs, I finally stood and walked toward the box, clutching tightly the piece of paper that my request was written on.
Before I could change my mind, I dropped it quickly into the box. A woman standing near me, placed her hands on my shoulders and with the kindest eyes, told me that someone would be praying over me and that request every day for the next year.
Wow. Wouldn't that be awesome I thought.
And that is exactly what it has been.
Awesome. Amazing. Answered prayer.
Not in a dramatic, sensational way. But instead in slow, gentle, God-orchestrated ways; healing has taken place in my life.
It's unlikely that I will ever know the woman who has been faithfully praying for me every day for the last eight months, but I want to thank her so deeply. From the bottom of my heart.
May she be blessed for her faithfulness. And may she somehow "just know" that I am lifting her up in prayer to the Lord today and thanking Him for the difference she has made in my life.
May she be blessed for her faithfulness. And may she somehow "just know" that I am lifting her up in prayer to the Lord today and thanking Him for the difference she has made in my life.
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