We're sitting in the surgeon's office waiting for him to come in and I'm shaking uncontrollably. Not unlike the shakes you get after giving birth, it happens to me when I am under extreme stress. Out of the blue the shaking stops. Completely. Dearest One looks at me and asks what made the difference. "Someone, somewhere, prayed for me," I tell him. I am grateful.
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God is nigh
THAT gives me chill bumps! I will continue to pray for you as you walk this path. I know first hand how the prayers of others helped me survive my own experiences...
It's a team effort, Hopester.
Wow. Powerful reminder that what we do matters.
What we pray matters.
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Hi Hope, Just catching up with you. Praying for you all the way.
The cool thing is... Prayer is still faster than email, and creates a global force to be reckoned with.
WO
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