Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Praise God

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

1 comment:

John Michael Keba said...

"And then prayers get answered in ways you could never, ever, predict."

Thank you, Rachel; I too often forget this.