I planned to go back to bed this morning, to catch up on some sleep before my long, late shift at work, but couldn't because I was too excited about things.
Pray and fast.
Fast and pray.
Pray ceaselessly.
Pray.
And then prayers get answered in ways you could never, ever, predict.
Behold, I will create new heavens and a new earth. The former things will not be remembered, nor will they come to mind. Isaiah 65:17
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"And then prayers get answered in ways you could never, ever, predict."
Thank you, Rachel; I too often forget this.
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