For as the
heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways
your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.
For as 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.
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!
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.
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
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
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.
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.
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!