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Intercessor
the
S pr ing
2012
BREAKTHROUGH
A new season of
Spiritual Renewal
The
M AGAZINE
God blesses His children in
prison with an inheritance | p. 6
ABOUT
PRAYER
Gracy had to learn to let go so
God could be glorified | p. 18
CONTENTS | Spring 2012
the
Intercessor
BREAKTHROUGH
Bringing together anonymously those needing prayer and Christians willing to pray for
them; calling, equipping and encouraging
people for this work.
FOUNDERS
Catherine Marshall
Leonard LeSourd
BOARD OF
DIRECTORS
CHAIRMAN
VICE-CHAIRMAN
Tom Myers
Dave Dittmeier
SECRETARY
Elizabeth Smith
TREASURER
Michael Smith
MEMBERS
Becky Cooke
Jami Dittmeier
Claudette Ammons
Brian Wells
ADVISORY BOARD
Everlasting
Light
by
Luanna Cheney
In the dark places of this world You bring light
To open our eyes and restore our sight
When we tremble in fear, You carry peace and love
On wings of hope to turn our attention to heaven above
There is absolutely no place where we can go
That will stop Your mercy and love
Because a brave, virtuous Jewish maid
Surrendered her life, our sin pardon price was paid
Because You were born fully God, yet fully man
You came to do what no mere human can
Darkness can’t hide Your light
Nor fear a prison be
For God in love, through You, has set mankind free
Jesus, shine upon these earthly lives You have given
Until the day we can rejoice with you in heaven.
MEMBERS
"I didn't want to get
involved... but God kept
pushing me forward" | p. 10
Volume 33
Issue 1
[18]
Alfred Archer
David Mercado
[6]
STAFF
DIRECTOR OF MINISTRY
PRAYER COORDINATORS
Delouis Pace
Kaitlyn Czajkowski
Tracy Horton
Gabrielle Ryan
BOOKKEEPER
Susan Nicholson
FACILITIES CARETAKER
Virginia Payne
IT SUPPORT
Larry Bohlayer
John Felts
PRODUCTION
MANAGING EDITOR
EDITOR & DESIGNER
ASSISTANT EDITOR
Becky Cooke
Gabrielle Ryan
Kaitlyn Czajkowski
Saved for Royalty
My Yoke is Easy,
and My Burden is
Light
By Roy Borges
By Gracy Howard
[9]
Lord, Can You Hear
Me?
by Jean Roach
[22]
[10]
[26]
The Unforgettable
Angel
From Prison to
Praise
By Lashaun Evans
Prayer for Healing
By Erin Kaschub
By Susan Beckman
[14]
EDITORIAL COMMITTEE
Claudette Ammons
Becky Cooke
Jami Dittmeier
OFFICE ADDRESS
Lincoln, VA 20160
(540) 338-5522
PRAYER FAX LINE
(540) 338-1934
breakthrough@
intercessors.org
All material © Breakthrough, Inc.
Lincoln, VA 20160
www.intercessors.org
By S.T. Mann
cover photo by Gabrielle Ryan
P.O. Box 121
PHONE
EMAIL
In the Valley
R
egulars:
5 From the Chairman
28 Catherine Marshall Meditations
32 Answers to Prayer
About Breakthrough
our mission
B
reakthrough Intercessory Prayer Ministry is here for anyone
who wants prayer. Prayer requests may be sent to us by mail,
phone, email, fax, or through our website. Your prayer request
is sent anonymously to six of our nearly 4,000 intercessors around
the world who agree to pray for 21 days for each request they receive.
You will have your own prayer team of dedicated intercessors holding your needs up before the Lord. People often report an increased
sense of peace during the prayer period. As you read this magazine,
you will learn about many prayers that have been answered.
Catherine Marshall was given the inspiration for Breakthrough 30
years ago. She was a best-selling Christian author who became concerned about the many prayer requests sent to her by her readers. At
the same time, other readers were writing to tell her that they longed
to be used by God but had no idea what they could do. God gave
Catherine the vision of matching these two groups of people: those
with prayer needs and those Christians who wanted to be part of a
ministry. Thus Catherine and her husband, Leonard LeSourd, began
the Breakthrough ministry.
Prayer requests are identified by first name only and are never sent to
intercessors in the same geographic location as the prayer requester.
The 21-day prayer period was arrived at based on the story in Daniel
Chapter 10. Daniel was praying for three weeks before the angel of the
Lord was able to come and help him. The angel had been detained by
spiritual forces from the first day of Daniel's prayer. Our intercessors
may receive scriptural insights from God for the prayer requester.
Those messages, in the form of Scripture verses, are sent to the office
and then forwarded to the person requesting prayer.
In turn, prayer requesters send their answers to
prayer to the staff which are then forwarded to the
intercessors as encouragement for their faithfulness
in praying.
We want to hear from you. Pray about becoming
one of our intercessors. It is a small expenditure of
time compared to how it will impact your life and
change the lives of others. As you read this magazine,
think of your own stories of answered prayer that
you would like to share. Our editorial committee
will consider them for publication in The Breakthrough Intercessor.
Remember also to send us your prayer requests. It is our privilege to
pray for you.
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From The Board
I
new goals
am honored to have been elected as the chairman of Breakthrough's
Board of Directors in November 2011. Congratulations to Dave Dittmeier for his outstanding leadership as outgoing Chairman. Dave will
remain on the board as Vice Chairman and be present to guide me through
this transition of responsibility.
I am proud to have served on the board for many years and to now have
the opportunity to guide Breakthrough for the next three years.
I have been in much thought and prayer about Breakthrough's future.
Here are three areas that will receive my attention: 1)
mission, 2) vision and 3) outreach.
Mission: God has blessed the original purpose for
Breakthrough that was initiated by Catherine Marshall
and Leonard LeSourd – to bring together anonymously
those needing prayer with Christians who pray, and
calling and equipping people for this work. Your participation and support in this ministry is confirmation
that it is worth continuing. We will be committed to
this purpose as long as we see that God's purpose is
being fulfilled.
Vision: Breakthrough was founded over 30 years ago
using 3x5 note cards, phone calls and letters.
The work of connecting those willing to pray with those who needed prayer
was very labor intensive and time consuming for our staff and volunteers.
We now use high tech printing machines, the internet and computers to
do much of the work. We will take advantage of modern methods but not
at the expense of providing loving, caring, personal attention to each of
the prayer requests that we receive.
Outreach: As our intercessor base changes, we wish to attract and nurture a
new generation of prayer warriors. We also need to explore ways to finance
our ministry expenses so that it can continue as long as there are those in
need of prayer support...indefinitely. This is an ongoing challenge because
of the downturn in our economy, but we know that God will provide for
those things for His work.
We start off this new calendar year with new energy and focus on what
we believe is important to our Breakthrough family. May God bless you
as you work with us to honor and support those things that God would
lead us to do.
Tom Myers
Breakthrough Chairman
SPRING '12 | THE BREAKTHROUGH INTERCESSOR | 5
Cover
T
he world doesn’t rank anyone in
prison very high in its value system.
But my status before God is not based on
the world’s evaluation of me. The only
thing that ultimately matters to God is
whether I am “lost” or “saved.”
Jesus said, “What profit is it to man
if he gains the whole world but loses
his soul?” (Matthew 16:26)
What I believe is far more important than what I achieve. What I
believe changes my whole outlook on
life. I used to think this life was all I
had; but when I realized it was just an
introduction to eternity, everything
I believed changed. The idea that I
could spend an endless existence with
the Son of God who loves me goes
beyond anything I’d ever imagined.
Now I view my circumstances
with an eternal perspective. Prison is
not where I want to be, but it is where
I have come to know Jesus Christ, the
hope that anchors my soul. He gives
my life meaning and purpose, not in
the things I achieve, but in the things
I have received. God’s “amazing grace,
how sweet the sound,” saved a wretch
like me.
That change in direction altered
my whole life, transforming me and
putting me on the road to true freedom. It’s a narrow road, but it takes
me to God. Not because I am good
or because I have earned or deserve it.
As the apostle Paul says, “there is no
righteous, no, not one; there is none
who understand; there is none who
seeks after God.” (Romans 3:10-12)
That does not mean, however, that
we are not valuable
to God. He created
us in His image
and He loves us.
But no one is righteous (no one can
earn right standing
with God) “for we
have all sinned.”
(Romans 3:23) But
God, through His
Son Jesus, has redeemed us and offers to forgive us if
we return to Him in faith.
Jesus’ parable about the prodigal
son teaches me that my status with
God is unconditional. The wayward
son expected his father’s love to be diminished. But the parable is all about a
Father who doesn’t give people what
they deserve. He doesn’t focus on past
failures, faults or sins. He doesn’t see
me as I see myself. He sees me “in
Christ,” that’s my position. Through
Christ’s death, I have become a son of
God and Jesus is my Lord and Savior.
No matter how far I may wander
from the Lord’s perfect will for my
life, I am always welcomed back.
God’s love cannot be lost, regardless of sin or poor decisions (though
we may have to live with the consequences). Our Father’s arms are
always wide open.
Saved
for
Royalty
by Roy Borges
The parable teaches me something
else about God’s love. God knows
what is best for me. That’s why He
has established principles and rules
to guide me. He won’t force me to
obey Him. He will let me go to the
“far country” if that’s what I want to
do. But it always grieves Him when I
choose my way instead of His.
Faith, however, takes time to develop and sometimes it takes sorrow
and regret. But a commitment to obey
God will always bring unimaginable
rewards.
To become a Christian is easy; to
be one often seems difficult. But to
know Christ is the greatest privilege
you can ever have. It will give you a
desire to do whatever is necessary to
experience the most satisfying and
rewarding life in the entire world.
I went into this life changing expe-
rience uncertain that I could live the
Christian life and conquer all the bad
habits and tendencies of my character.
Conscious of my weaknesses and repeated failures, I realized that I was my
own worst enemy. I wanted to fulfill
God’s will for my life, but I was full
of selfish desires and often wondered
why God saved me. Some people even
wondered if I was really saved.
Studying God’s Word became
vital to my growth and understanding. Before I was saved, the Bible was
irrelevant and lifeless. Now, I see that
it is alive. It was the knowledge and
instruction that guided me. It gives me
many examples from which to garner
wisdom and strength. For example,
Romans 8, a stalwart chapter, gives
me confidence and assurance that I
am truly saved. The apostle Paul, who
wrote it, is a potent example.
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This great chapter begins with the
statement, “Therefore, there is now
no condemnation for those who are
in Christ Jesus.” (Romans 8:1) This
assures me that God has forgiven
and accepted me with all my faults,
character defects; and even though the
wretch I used to be still has potential.
The chapter ends with an amazing
truth. Nothing can ever separate me
from the love of God. These reassuring responses are actually Paul’s
answer to his own spiritual struggles
in chapter 7 and earlier chapters. “I do
not understand what I do, for what I
want to do I do not do, but what I hate
I do… I know that nothing good lives
in me, that is, my sinful nature. For I
have the desire to do what is good, but
I cannot carry it out, for what I do, is
not the good I want to do; no the evil
I do not want to do, this I keep on
doing.” (Romans 5:5-18-19)
Paul was not only describing his
own struggles with sin; he was describing mine and any Christian struggling
against sinful desires.
God’s Holy Spirit helps me every
day. The Spirit is there when all I can
pray is, “Lord, please help me.” God
understands and His Spirit makes sure
my prayers are acceptable and effective. (Romans 8:26-27)
Nothing will ever prevent God’s
will from being carried out to fulfillment, not even my own failures. For
nothing is greater than the sacrifice of
God’s son. If God is for me, who can
be against me?
Nothing in the entire world can
defeat us. It was true in the first century; it is true now. “We are more than
conquerors through Him who loved
us.” (Romans 8:37)
The world will never rank a child
of God very high on its social scale,
whether you are in prison or not. But
Christ’s sacrifice on the cross made all
of us who believe in Him members
of His royal family. (Revelation 1:6,
1 Peter 2:9)
It places a great responsibility on
us to bear a resemblance to the King
of Kings. For we are saved for royalty
and therefore we should make sure
our conduct shows it.
Help me, Lord, to be all that You
want me to be. Help me to be “more
than a conqueror” through You who
love me and accept me as an heir to
Your magnificent inheritance.
Roy's articles and stories have appeared in
many Christian publications. He won AMY
Foundation awards in
1998, 2002 and 2003.
Roy's book "Faith and
Love Behind Prison Fences" was published in 2002.
Lord,
Can You Hear Me?
by Jean Roach
L
ord, if You can hear me… was the
preface to all my prayers. As a child,
I had been taught that God hears every
prayer. Still, I was never really sure if
He heard me. Sometimes it appeared
that God might have answered one of
my prayers, but I still wasn’t convinced
that He heard me and I always chalked
His answers up to coincidence.
Then one day, I was reading in Scripture the story of Lazarus. Just as he was
about to raise Lazarus from the dead,
Jesus raised His eyes and said,
“Father, I thank you for hearing me.
I know that You always hear me; but
because of the crowd here I have said
this, that they might believe that You
sent me.” (John 11:41-42)
Wow! What confidence and intimacy
Jesus displays in His prayer with the
Father. It dawned on me that I was one
of the people in the crowd Jesus was
praying about to His Father… that I
might believe.
From that point on, I decided to
stop saying “if You can hear me” as the
preface to my prayers. Instead, I came
with the words of Jesus,
“Father, I come in Jesus’ name.
Thank You for hearing me, for I know
that you always hear me.”
The first time I tried it, my voice was
barely a whisper. I knew in my heart that
I really didn’t believe what I was saying
and I was sure that if God could hear me,
He knew it also. But, I kept on saying it
every time I prayed.
One day, I was facing a difficult situation. I knew that no one but God could
work it out, so I prayed,
“Father, I come in Jesus’ name.
Thank you for hearing me, for I know
that You always hear me.”
Then I told Him all the details of
what was going on and what needed to
be done as if He didn’t already know. I
didn’t tell another soul about my need.
When this situation worked out in
such a marvelous, wonderful, perfect
way, I knew that the Father had heard
me. I lifted my arms high in praise and
I shouted,
“FATHER, THANK YOU FOR
HEARING ME! I KNOW THAT YOU
ALWAYS HEAR ME. AND I KNOW
THAT YOU KNOW THAT I KNOW
THAT YOU ALWAYS HEAR ME!”
Since that time, I have never doubted
that God hears every prayer and is concerned about every detail of our lives.
My prayer life entered a new dimension.
I felt a new freedom and a confidence
and boldness when I prayed. There was
closeness with the Father that I had
never known before.
“So let us confidently approach the
Throne of Grace to receive mercy and
find grace for timely help.” (Hebrews
4:16)
Jean lives in Florida and
has five grandchildren.
She has been involved
in intercessory prayer
groups for 35 years. Jean
believes the Holy Spirit
is calling her to lift up
the name of Jesus through her writing.
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Feature
the
unforgettable
angel
by Susan Beckman
O
n a coal-black, moonless night, my brotherin-law and I are on our way home. We spent
a long, grueling day at the hospital visiting my
husband. We see brake lights ahead. Both lanes are
blocked. The cars are at a standstill. We are exhausted. All we have on our mind is getting some sleep.
“I wonder what happened,” I said.
“I can’t see anything without street
lights. Maybe there was an accident.”
After sitting a few minutes, watching other people exit their cars, I
reluctantly open the car door and
get out. This is the last thing I need
tonight—something keeping me away
from my comfortable bed.
I walk between the cars. When I
get into the open roadway, illuminated only by headlights, I see teenage
girls scattered across the highway in
varying degrees of injury and pain;
moaning, screaming and crying. I look
at the people standing around and
wonder why no one is doing anything.
I don’t want to get involved—I just
want to lay my head on my pillow. If
I get involved, we will be delayed in
getting home.
I keep repeating out loud to no one
in particular, “What happened? Does
anyone know what happened?”
I continue walking, tripping over
and stepping around multiple pieces
of debris: purses, school books, a
bottle of cologne, papers, a single
shoe, chunks of crumpled metal, a
bottle of nail polish. The acrid smell
of gasoline and burnt rubber hang in
the air, mixed with occasional whiffs
of cologne.
An SUV is overturned in the
ditch—one tire slowly spinning—with
scant clouds of dust swirling in the
air. The windows are broken and
shattered. The doors and mirrors are
hanging haphazardly.
In my mind I pray, Lord, help
me. Being an EMT, I know I need to
find the most severely injured girl. I
start moving from girl to girl, each
one sprawled on the ground in different locations. I note their injuries
are not life-threatening. I continually
pray, Lord, please help me find the
worst one.
I almost miss the last girl lying in
dark shadows off the roadway. I only
know she is there by the deathlike
sounds of gurgling and suffocating. I
can barely see that she is lying on her
side with her back facing me. I briefly
hesitate; fearful of what I will find
when I see her face.
I kneel down next to her. I wonder if she will even be able to hear
my voice above her strangely loud
gurgling and gasping sounds.
“Don’t move. I’m here to help
you. Hold on, honey. The ambulance
will be here any minute. Don’t move.”
Her grunting and wailing become
steadily louder as she kicks and fights
to move. I resort to lying on top of
her, using all my strength to hold her
steady, despite her constant struggling
and thrashing. Her petite body is wet
and sticky with blood. The rough,
grainy tar pebbles on the road are
gouging into my knees.
I adamantly yell to the growing
crowd, “When the ambulance gets
here, send them over here. Tell them
this is the worst one.”
As I am praying for this girl, I
become aware of another voice next
to me. It is a calm, soothing voice,
praying in the heavenly language of
tongues. The surrounding area slowly
becomes bathed in a luminous glow of
hazy, white fog—even though no one
had come any closer to us with lights.
I turn my head to the right. A man
is kneeling next to me, his hands laid
upon the girl. He is persistently praying. He is dressed in all white clothing,
from head to toe: a white baseball cap,
white shirt, white trousers and white
tennis shoes. My initial impression is
that he is a painter. I thank God for
sending a Christian.
Somewhere in between praying
and concentrating on keeping the girl
from moving, I realize the man has
disappeared as quickly as he had appeared. I was not aware of him physi12 | THE BREAKTHROUGH INTERCESSOR | SRING '12
cally standing up and walking away.
The ambulance finally arrives and
the paramedics take over. The Life
Flight helicopter lands in the median
of the highway. I watch as they transfer the girl into the helicopter. I stand
in awe as it slowly lifts off the ground
and up into the sky, the headlights
eerily shining brightly, reminding me
of a similar scene out of the ET movie.
I need to find the man in white and
thank him for praying. I want to let
him know that I am also a Christian
and it was comforting to have another
Christian by my side. I start wandering around the multitude of people
now gathered.
“Did you see the man dressed in all
white? Where did he go? Did anybody
see him? Where is he?”
“No, we didn’t see anyone like
that.”
I anxiously and eagerly glance over
the crowd, looking for the man in all
white. “He was right there next to
me with that girl. Where did he go?”
“There wasn’t anyone
like that around here.”
He was nowhere to be
found. No one else had
seen him.
Weeks later, I learn
the girl has survived. She
incurred multiple injuries, including a punctured lung. The paramedics said someone kept her
from rolling onto her
back, otherwise her lungs
would have collapsed and
she would have died.
I had been exhausted
that night. I honestly did
not want to be bothered
with helping anyone. I did not want to
give up my time. I did not want to get
involved. But God pushed me forward
into a surreal setting. I could have
stood by like others in the crowd, but
He gave me the strength to confront a
disastrous situation. I felt isolated with
no one else helping.
I thank God for helping me remember my EMT training. I thank
Him for guiding me to the most severely injured girl. But I thank Him
specifically for sending one of his awesome angels, whom I will never forget.
Susan is an active member
of her church along with
her husband of 38 years.
She shares true-life experiences through her writing.
She also enjoys Bible studies, quilting, candlemaking, cooking, herbology, genealogy, and
gardening.
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of
Prayer
May 3, 2012
Join us and thousands of others across
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I
t was a deep valley. Sadness and
shame. Just a few days previous,
I had been abandoned by my best
friend. My partner. A very godly
person. Because of my own actions,
my request for forgiveness was denied.
On this Saturday night, at the
bottom, I could have used a friend.
But I didn’t seem to have one - they
all sided with my partner. I was the
"guilty party,” everyone said. I had
repented, but I wondered if God had
abandoned me too.
How long Lord? Will you be angry
forever?
Anyway, I guess I wasn’t as much
depressed as I was hungry!
I called my favorite buffet restaurant. Closed. It was getting pretty late.
I called some others too. Closed. I
called all of the buffet restaurants in
the entire metropolitan area. Closed.
Even the Chinese ones. Closed.
Except one. A Golden Corral. As
long as I arrived before the doors were
locked I could stay to eat as long as I
liked. It sounded like a plan!
A man’s heart plans his way, but the
Lord directs his steps.
I arrived with a few moments to
spare. Patronage was sparse. Almost
as many waiters as diners - certainly
I would receive great
service from my
waiter.
He was a confident young man.
Built like a very serious football player –
over six feet tall and
maybe 225 pounds.
Maybe more. Wide
shoulders. Strong.
A w ise man is
strong.
He gave me a
plate and one paper
napkin. Charles then
hurried away to resume a conversation
with some folks waiting over in the corner. Obviously more
interested in talking
with his friends than
in doing his job of
serving me.
I got my food.
Sat back down. And
spilled some beet
juice. It looked like blood.
I hoped to wave down Charles so
he could bring me more napkins. I
searched the restaurant and saw him
over in another corner. Talking with
still other friends!
Just a few days previous in my
days of darkness, I would have been
peeved. Make that ‘more than peeved.’
What’s it called when you kick over
tables and stuff?
Let a man meet a bear robbed of her
cubs, rather than a fool in his folly.
But now, after my repentance, in
the light, by the grace of God, my
outlook had changed. I was curious
to see what God had in the works.
Call to Me, and I will answer you,
and show you great and mighty things,
which you do not know…
Charles eventually returned to my
table. I asked for more napkins. And
rather than complain about his seemingly inattentive service, I kidded him
a little. In a good natured tone, with
a smile, “You sure seem to have a lot
of friends!”
A merry heart does good, like medicine…
To explain his unusual conversations, this hulk of a man leaned over,
moving his face close to mine so I
could not possibly miss the gravity
of his conviction:
"Blessed be God… the Father of mercies…
Who comforts us in all our tribulation, that
we may be able to comfort those who are
in any trouble, with the comfort with which
we ourselves are comforted by God."
“I’m sorry you had to wait, sir.
But, you see, I am a Christian. Those
people I was speaking to over there
were not old friends. They were folks
I had just met. But they had not yet
met Jesus.”
I was astonished! Partly because
of his boldness and conviction. But
mostly because I realized God had
led us together. In my time of need.
My valley.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no
evil, for You are with me…You prepare
a table before me in the presence of mine
enemies…my cup runs over…
I told him I was also a believer.
And of my sadness. And sin. And
repentance. I told him I thought God
wanted him to pray for me, thinking
he had a prayer list.
Confess your trespasses to one another, and pray for one another, that
you will be healed. The effective fervent
prayer of a righteous man avails much.
‘Stand up!’ Charles ordered right
away. He embraced me, hugging
me powerfully as he prayed God’s
comfort and joy on me. Out loud.
Right there by my table. By the buf-
fet of food.
Right away, I received God’s comfort. And then joy. Both flourishing
to this day!
Blessed be God…the Father of mercies….Who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort
those who are in any trouble, with the
comfort with which we ourselves are
comforted by God.
Charles was a waiter. And even
more so, Charles was a witness! While
ministering to me, someone else, no
doubt, had to wait a few moments
for a plate or fork or extra napkins.
While I was being fed.
It is written, "Man shall not live
by bread alone, but by every word that
proceeds out of the mouth of God."
S.T.Mann is a 50’s vintage sojourner for Jesus
and founder of a prison
ministry. He lives on a
farm in the Canadian
Rockies, and has written dozens of inspirational true short stories based on his
own experiences, as well as other works.
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I
t was a warm day in May, the beginning of summer break. A friend and
fellow Patrick Henry College student,
Grace, sent me a Facebook message.
“We should organize a benefit concert
to support International Justice Mission and raise awareness on human
trafficking!” she wrote. “We could
host it at PHC. I think it’s time we
do something to make a difference.”
I agreed wholeheartedly to an
April date. In retrospect, it all sounded
so easy and gratifying. We would get
a great band to perform, excite the
students, and watch the crowd pour
in. People would give thousands to
support IJM.
Immediately, my friend and I
began calling bands. This was new
terrain for both of us—we had never
coordinated an event before, and
knew nothing about contracts or
fundraising or design.
I should have had my knees plastered to the floor, seeking God’s direction and help. But instead, I knitted
my brows, pushed up my sleeves,
and began making phone calls. I was
convinced that, with a little determination, I could make this happen.
As summer gave way to fall, we
were still penniless, without a website
or graphics designer, and searching for
that magical band with an affordable
booking rate. Grace’s efforts were
halfhearted, as she struggled with a
hectic work and school schedule. I
was pouring well meant but fruitless
persistence into the concert. This was
God’s concert after all.
Christmas break arrived. A band
had expressed interest in participating,
but we had no money.
Disheartened, Grace suggested
that we postpone the concert; I grudgingly agreed. So we found ourselves in
December starting from scratch, six
months later than we had originally
planned the concert. The concert
would take place in late October and
we needed a new band.
A fitful war between discouragement and determination grappled in
my heart. Months had passed, and we
were getting nowhere. I did not want
my pride to be bruised by failure. My
puffy self-esteem wanted a gold star
for its efforts. So I kept going.
By April, we had received interest from two bands for the date we
wanted. Excellent. A fellow student
designed us a beautiful website. Fantastic. But we still had no money, and
therefore could not move forward.
May arrived. A year had passed,
but we had hardly made ground on the
project. We had lost our original date
and band, and could not proceed further. In addition, Grace continued to
struggle silently. Weeks passed when
I did not hear from her or see her. I
sensed something was wrong, but did
photos by Gabrielle Ryan
not know what to do.
This is when God began setting
the stage for His takeover. I was
oblivious, still bubble-wrapped in
self-confidence. But He had greater
plans in store.
First, He sent us Stephen, a quiet
senior with a heart of gold. At our
first meeting, he helped me write a
fundraising letter to mail to potential
donors. But obstacle after obstacle
stood in the way of sending those
letters. I wrestled to pull everything
together while Stephen was in Texas
and Grace was interning full-time; but
I was beginning to lose confidence.
One day, I shoved about 25 fundraising letters through the mail slot.
Hopefully, this would mean money.
But after two weeks passed, we still
had no replies.
Just a few days later, the band contacted me. They had signed another
contract—we were too late. At the
end of June, we had to go back to the
drawing board, yet again. I sat at my
desk, realizing that everything had
fallen apart. We had no money, so
we had to start over again with only
three or four months to raise funds,
find a band, sound equipment and an
audience.
That’s when I realized, for the first
time—this was impossible. I could not
do this.
I looked at the pile of remaining
fundraising letters and envelopes on
my desk, ready to be sent out. But
what was the use at this point? It was
time to give up. This event couldn’t
happen, wouldn’t happen. I had failed.
That was a dark, overwhelming
night. The darkness haunted me with
reminders that I was too weak, too
small, too inexperienced to try something like this.
The next morning, I sat reading
my Bible, watching the cool morning
light seep through the blinds. I turned
to Matthew chapter 11, verse 28–
“Come unto me, all ye that labor
and are heavy laden, and I will give
you rest. Take my yoke upon you,
and learn of me, for I am meek and
lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest
unto your souls. For my yoke is easy,
and my burden is light.”
I stared at the words on the page;
re-read them a few times. All I had
done for the past year was labor. This
concert had been nothing but a heavy
burden, that never eased, that never
brought victory. It was discouragement after discouragement. And yet,
we had tried to make this God’s event.
This was His concert, not ours. Why
hadn’t He made it easy?
Then I realized: This concert
has been heavy, because it has been
my burden, not His. It has been my
concert, my responsibility, my striving and my work. When have I given
up and let Him take control? When
have I stopped fretfully planning and
plotting, and allowed Him to direct?
Sitting at that desk, I faced two
options. I could give in to the pressures and discouragement, and quit.
Or I could give in to God, and let
Him take over. I decided to choose
the latter option. Hands open, head
bowed, I gave up. Suddenly the blessings began to flow.
Over the next few days, I talked
to Stephen and Grace about a new
date —October 1, during the college’s
Homecoming week. First, we had
to get permission from the Dean of
Student Life. I walked to her office,
whispering prayers under my breath
because I had heard that she might
not like the idea…but she gave her
wholehearted approval. Not only
that, she said the Homecoming committee would give a portion of their
budget to the concert.
During my lunch break, I called
and e-mailed two separate bands that
were recommended to us. Both responded in a matter of minutes, saying
they would love to participate—and
for an affordable fee.
I checked my mailbox. We had
about $500 worth of donations.
In one afternoon, God gave us
a date, two possible bands, faculty
approval, and the beginning of our
funds. A year of my efforts was blown
away by a few hours of His direction.
The next week, we received a $2,500
donation. We signed a contract with
the band Reilly, and they offered to
bring all the needed sound and lighting
equipment.
In August, our designer finished the
posters and the website. Throughout
September, students helped distribute
promotional materials throughout the
community and in local churches.
Over half of the student body bought
tickets. People I did not know steadily
supported us with prayer and donations. My sister and brother flew to
Virginia, to help with last-minute
organizing details. My little brother
even gave all his hard-earned mowing
money to the cause.
October 1 arrived. I ran around
like a crazed ADD puppy, excitedly
checking off the last details. Occasionally, the questions would probe,
“What if no one comes? What if it
doesn’t work after all? What if the
band is late? What if the sound system
doesn’t work?”
But God had brought this concert
to pass, in spite of my efforts and failures. He had proven Himself faithful.
Before the concert started, I prayed
with Reilly in the green room. One
more time, we gave the concert into
His reliable hands.
One more time, He answered our
prayers.
The artists sang their hearts out.
Dr. Barnard, our speaker from IJM,
brought truth and a challenge. The
students responded with raised hands,
bowed heads, tear-filled eyes.
I sat with my sister and brother
watching, awe-struck. None of this
was supposed to happen…none of it
would have happened if not for God’s
incredible grace.
I messed everything up. As long
as I persisted, we failed. But the Lord
created something beautiful. In my
weakness, He showed Himself strong.
The Christian life is not about us
achieving great victories for God. It is
about Him achieving great victories
through us, by His strength and grace.
He guides us away from our comfort zones, and into places we never
thought we would be. In that place of
potential fear or potential trust, we
have the opportunity to surrender and
serve. Through utter dependence on
Him, He makes the impossible work
possible. “For my yoke is easy, and
my burden is light.”
Gracy is a 20 year old
Junior at Patrick Henry
College in northern Virginia. She is currently the
president of the student
IJM club on campus. IJM is
a Christian organization
that is fighting to end human trafficing
worldwide (www.ijm.org).
all photos by Gabrielle Ryan
Feature
From Prison
to
Praise
by Laushaun Evans
H
ow was I to press on when others in similar
situations all around me were drowning in
despair? In the summer of 2000, while everyone
else was out with family and friends, I was in a
court with reporters and 12 jury members. Fighting for my life. My name is Lashaun Evans and
this is my story of how I overcame, held tight to
God’s word and prevailed in the end – even when
man said I was guilty.
I was a baby in Christ, but my
family had faith that could move
a mountain. As my trial began, I
constantly sent up little prayers that
God would intervene and hear my
cries, my pleas. But six months later,
I was sentenced and found guilty. Any
prayer or faith I had went out of my
heart, mind, body, and soul. Here I
was a mother of four girls and one
on the way. I would have time to give
birth, but 30 days after, I had to turn
myself in to start serving a 30 year bid.
I stopped praying, going to
church, and hanging around at my
grandmother’s house because all
she talked about was how God was
going to move on my behalf once I
surrendered. I hadn’t seen God in my
situation, my kids or all I had worked
to achieve.
If I had had a shorter sentence, and
was going away for only a little while,
then maybe I could have believed. But
30 years? The rest of my life? Nah,
God wasn’t included in my day to
day activities after I walked out of
that courtroom.
The day finally came. July 31,
2001. I had my baby girl and at a time
where there should have been joy,
smiles and happy tears, I sank into
depression. As I started preparing to
turn myself over, I had so much to get
done. I turned bitter and heartless not
just towards life, but towards God as
well; continuing to ask “why?”
August 31, 2001 came so fast. I
explained to my two oldest daughters
that mommy had to go to school and
I’d be back. My heart shattered. Even
though they were young, there was a
look in their small eyes that said they
knew more.
At midnight, I turned myself in,
walking into a life, a place, I’d never
been or experienced. I couldn’t even
turn around to tell my family goodbye as I entered the police headquarters. There was this nagging feeling
inside saying, “I will never leave you.
Hold on, Shaun. I am the Way.” But
the coldness in my heart wouldn’t
allow me to heed or listen.
I held my head up high and stared
out into space during the whole process, not knowing yet that God had a
plan: one that would build me, mold
me, strengthen me, and change my
hardened heart.
As I started my first year, I started
to sink more and more into depression. There was this void that no mail,
visits or phone calls could fill. I finally
attended a church service after about
three years into my sentence. It was
a trick, but turned out to be a huge
blessing. That night I repented and got
saved. I finally started to surrender.
It wasn’t until I got into the New
Testament and started reading about
Paul’s journey that I saw, from beginning to end, how alike were our
ways. What really stood out to me
was Paul’s story of when he was in
a Roman prison. He was stuck in a
cell, chained to a solider 24 hours a
day, waiting on a trial that was years
away. It was then I started focusing
on my faith and walk.
Here is this guy who was facing
the rest of his life in prison, but not
once did he gripe or complain. He
was carrying his challenges straight
to God while I was crying like the
newborn baby I had given birth to. I
had allowed the devil to plant doubt
and hatred in my heart, complaining
and talking myself out of my own
prayer life and blessings.
That day, May 7, 2004, I started
praying and rejoicing in what God
was about to do, just as He did with
Paul. It was then I found that God
was bigger than this problem, this
prison sentence and all the hardship I
faced. I knew He was bigger than my
own strength and that I needed His
strength if I was going to rise above
this 30 year sentence. I finally accepted
that if it was God’s will, then I would
accept it and allow His will to be done.
As I continued to join prayer
groups and completed a Bible study
course, I finally won my appeal with
the parole board. It had been five
years and I’d been turned down three
times. On April 1, 2008, my sentence
was reduced from 30 years to 10 years.
This year is my ninth year in prison.
I have six months left and whenever
I see a new woman walk into the jail,
I am there to encourage and build her
up on what a real prayer life and a real
relationship with God can do. I can
feel God smiling down on me.
This is my last year in prison – I
made it! When I look back on all that
the Lord has brought me through, all
I can say is, “Thank you, Lord Jesus,
for saving a sinner like me!” I made it
through Jesus Christ who strengthens
me. When man gave me 30 years, God
gave me favor. Even when I gave up
on Him, He didn’t give up on me.
Like David in the Old Testament,
I had to learn how to meditate and
stay focused on God’s word and His
promises. I had to align my spirit with
the Word of God, not with what man
was saying.
I had to learn to obey and to stand
steadfast in my prayers. If it wasn’t
for having a praying family and a
God who loved me unconditionally, I
would have missed a blessing to travel
into the prison system and give my
testimony. I would have missed the
blessing of being able to help lead a
prayer group everyday. Even today,
I still try to contribute and find ways
for the Lord to use me – even here, in
prison. I can finally say I found solace
in the midst of the turmoil.
By His grace, I have gone from
prison to praise.
This is my last year in prison – I made it! When
I look back on all that the Lord has brought
me through, all I can say is, “Thank you, Lord
Jesus, for saving a sinner like me!” I made it
through Jesus Christ who strengthens me.
Lashuan has just completed her prison sentence and has returned
home to North Carolina. She is using every
day to show others the
love of the Lord.
Feature
Prayer
for
by Erin Kaschub
Healing
W
hen our ten year old daughter’s
friend was awaiting an organ
transplant, I began praying for healing
like I never prayed before. Admittedly, I did not even pray as fervently
for my own healing. Yet digging into
the Bible and researching scriptures
on behalf of the young girl renewed
my own resolve.
During my daily prayer and praise
time, God led me to scriptures in Isaiah and the Psalms that I had never before associated with healing. Within
the year my own 11 year old cousin
was diagnosed with cancer, as well as
the niece of a dear neighbor of mine.
Isaiah 53:4-5 and 1 Peter 2:24 became
the rock I stood on as I cried out for
the needs of these precious ones.
I hand wrote each new scripture
God revealed to me on an index sized
piece of paper and kept them in my
Bible next to Psalm 34. A portion of
my prayer time every morning was devoted to reading Psalm 34 and praising
God, followed by praying the scriptures over my loved ones. Although
the original child’s name was written
in each verse, I began to fill in other
names as needs arose. Soon my “healing verses” were prayed for those who
contacted me with prayer requests for
depression and mental healing. Then
I began to see how some of the healing scriptures could be used to pray
over friends with relational problems,
financial problems, job losses, or those
needing salvation.
God was so good to give me the
references on which to take my stand
in prayer and fight the spiritual war
for people dear to my heart. God continues to instruct my heart when to
pray for friends and then later reveals
to me why He burdened me to pray
so fervently for them. To God alone
be all the glory.
If you want to pray the same
prayer for your family, simply insert
the name(s) in the blanks:
“Dear Lord, You live! Blessed be my rock! May the God
of my salvation be exalted (2 Samuel 22:47). Father, I come
humbly before Your throne of grace now, asking for the
lives of my loved ones. Please redeem ________ from the
power of the grave (Psalm 49:15). O LORD, I implore You,
deliver ________ (Psalm 116:4). Loose _______’s bonds (Psalm
116:16). Answer ________ (Psalm 118:5). Be ________’s
strength and song (Psalm 118:14). Don’t let ________ die; let
________ live and declare Your works (Psalm 118:17). Don’t
give ________ over to death (Psalm 118:18).
Let ________ become Your chief witness (Psalm 118:22).
When all others have given up (such as the medical community)
save now, I pray, O LORD (Psalm 118:25). Revive ________
according to Your word (Psalm 119:25). Strengthen ________
photo by Gabrielle Ryan
according to Your word (Psalm 119:28). Let Your word give
________ life (Psalm 119:50). Make haste and do not delay
(Psalm 119:60). Let Your tender mercies come to ________ that _______ might
live (Psalm 119:77). Strengthen ________ on ________’s bed of illness; sustain
________ on ________’s sickbed (Psalm 41:3).
God, give _______ rest from all this adversity (Psalm 94:13). Do not forsake _________ (Psalm 94:14). Rise up for ________ (Psalm 94:16). Rise up
for ________ and be ________’s miracle (Psalm 94:16). Raise________ up in
righteousness (Isaiah 45:13). But ________ shall be saved by the Lord (Isaiah
45:17). Make ________ stronger than this disease (Psalm 105:24). Father, give
strength to ________ and bless ________ with peace (Psalm 29:11). I declare
that ________ shall go out with joy and be led forth with peace (Isaiah 55:12).
Praise You Jesus for lifting up a standard against this enemy that is coming in
like a flood against ________ (Isaiah 59:19). Thank You Lord for Your promise
in Matthew 8:16, “They brought to Him many who were demon possessed, and
He cast out the spirits with a word and healed all who were sick.”
Amen
Erin facilitates a support
group for caregivers in
GA. She has been an intercessor for 11 years. She
cherishes her time alone
with God and worshiping Him.
Feature
When Answers to
prayer
by Catherine Marshall
A
photo by Gabrielle Ryan
are delayed
friend tells me, “For eight years,
I’ve been praying that my son
John, now married with three children, will become God’s man. I know
that what I am asking is His will and
John’s three children need a Christian
father. So why such a long delayed
answer to prayer?”
Another friend writes me, “Ted’s
affair with that ‘other woman’ still
goes on. I love my husband and this is
devastating our teenage children. I’ve
prayed every way I know to pray. My
spiritual skies are leaden. God doesn’t
seem to hear me. Help!”
Is there in your life a cherished
heart’s desire taken to God over and
over in prayer, yet still unfulfilled?
Then link hands with my two friends,
and with the rest of us, and with all
prayer warriors across the centuries!
No wonder Jesus had so much to say
about persistence in praying, along
with His clear teaching that sometimes we will have to wait for God
to move… Thus the requirement of
patience on our side (Matthew 7:7-11;
Luke 11:5-8; Matthew 15:22-28).
Jesus’ actions were always consistent with His teaching. In the miracle
where He raised his friend, Lazarus,
from the dead, Jesus acted out His
teaching on the necessity of our persistence in prayer and the patience
needed in a situation where the answer
was so slow as to seem even too late.
The drama of this occurs in the
eleventh chapter of John. The first few
verses set the scene: Lazarus’ home in
the village of Bethany, less than two
miles from Jerusalem. It was the Master’s favorite retreat spot where He
could relax with His friends Martha,
Mary and Lazarus. These people were
dear to Him. The sisters had sent an
urgent message to the Master: “Lord,
he whom you love is desperately ill.
Please come quickly.”
One morning in re-reading this
story, the transition word between
verses 5 and 6 was not only underscored, but leapt off the page:
Jesus loved this family so much,
“Therefore, even when He heard that
Lazarus was sick, He still delayed two
days longer in the same place where
He was.” (Amplified Bible)
And Lazarus died!
Verse 5: He loved this little family
especially.
Verse 6: Therefore, He delayed in
going to them in their distress.
How odd! Why?
Martha and Mary did not understand either. Separately, each sister
verbalized the same thought, “Lord,
if You had been here, our brother
would not have died. You could have
prevented it.”
Distressed by their grief to the
point of tears (verse 35), Jesus gave
two reasons for His deliberate delay:
first, this experience was going to increase their faith (i.e., their ability to
trust Him in the midst of seemingly
impossible circumstances); and second, they were to have an even greater
first hand demonstration of the glory
of God (verses 15 and 40).
In reading again the Lazarus story,
the Spirit would give you the same
message that He gave to me: Jesus
loves you so much. You are His
special friend. Therefore He delays.
The “therefore” has wrapped in it the
limitless love of God, with Jesus experiencing to the full, along with us, our
concern, agony of spirit, and sorrow.
Meanwhile, where do we get the
needed patience? When our situation
shows no change or even grows worse
(as in the Lazarus account), how do we
hang onto the faith that God’s love is
working out our problems?
Recently Marge, a dear friend of
mine, shared an experience where
the Lord spoke to her directly about
the “how.” She and her husband had
just learned that he had Parkinson’s
disease. It was the sort of dreaded
disease which Marge had always especially feared.
The entire family gathered, anointed their father and husband with oil,
and asked the Lord for His healing,
then made a deliberate act of turning
the situation over to Him.
Marge’s heart questioned, “Until
such a time as our family sees this
prayer answered, how can I keep
enough peace of mind not to let fear
and worry impede or stop my daily
work?
God answered her question directly in an experience Marge had
aboard a plane bound for Cleveland,
waiting for takeoff.
As she settled into her seat, Marge
noticed a strange phenomenon. On
one side of the airplane, a sunset suf-
fused the entire sky with gorgeous
color. But out of the window next to
her seat, all Marge could see was the
sky, dark and threatening, with no
sign of the sunset.
The plane’s engines began to roar
and a closed-in feeling came over
Marge. Long since, she had learned
at such moments to be still and listen
within. Then the gentle voice spoke,
“You have noticed the windows,” He
said even in the roar and thrust of
takeoff. “For awhile now, your life
will contain some beautiful, happy
times, but also some dark shadows.”
“Here’s a lesson I want to teach
you, to save you from much heartache
and to allow you to abide in Me with
continual peace and joy. You see, it
doesn’t matter which window you
look through. This plane is still going
to Cleveland.”
“So it is in your life. You have a
choice. You can dwell on the gloomy
picture, or you can focus on the bright
things in your life and leave the dark,
ominous situations to Me. I alone can
handle the dark ones anyway. The
final destination is not influenced by
what you see or feel along the way.”
“Learn this, act on it, and you will
be released, able to experience the
peace that passes understanding and
even My joy.”
Marge’s sharing is helping me to
handle my own “meanwhiles.” No one
of us finds it easy to put our problem
into His hands that completely. But
only in that way does our trust in
Him grow. You and I will yet have
our own demonstration of the glory
of God and we will be thankful in the
meanwhile, for His assurance when
the skies are darkest.
Reprinted from The Breakthrough
Intercessor Volume 24, number 4
Fall 2003
photo INTERCESSOR
by Gabrielle Ryan
SPRING '12 | THE BREAKTHROUGH
| 31
A Prayer
nswers to
PRODIGAL
DAUGHTER
You have prayed long for my prodigal daughter. She has fully returned
to the Lord!
Donna
MIRACLE UPON
MIRACLE
PRAISE FOR CHILDREN
In January, I requested prayer for my
children. I asked for a godly husband
for my daughter, Karina, and spiritual
restoration for my son, Dan. There
are signs of spiritual renewal in Dan
and a fine, godly young man has come
into my daughter’s life. Thanks be
to God.
Lois
HEALING PRAISE
Thank you for your prayers for
George, who had a blood clot in
his leg, and the real possibility of an
amputation. Good news! The doctor
said that smaller capillaries are now
carrying blood and the sore on the
ankle was healed, indicating blood
flow. Next appointment is not for
another three months. The family is
so relieved. Thank you all!
Bill
All through the years when Breakthrough has prayed, I’ve seen miracle
after miracle in my life. It is profound.
Praise God for Breakthrough.
Judy
DREAM JOB
My son Cean has been out of work for
over two years. He began work today
on a probationary basis for a major
animation company – his dream job!
Vickie
GRATEFUL
I submitted a request for my motherin-law who is battling colon cancer.
She is doing better with a ways to go
yet, but we were so grateful for your
prayers.
Julie
SURVIVED SURGERY
GIFT OF LIFE
It is a gift of the Lord that I am still
alive. When I was in the hospital, they
thought that I would need a heart
transplant. Because of grace, they
were proven wrong.
At the time I sent you a request, someone had made false charges against me.
As of right now, I have been proven
innocent. Thanks to the grace of the
Lord!
Edward
My 92 year old grandfather came
through the pacemaker surgery after
many cliff-hanging moments. Thank
you so much for praying.
Suellen
SALVATION
Praise God! My cousin gave her life to
Jesus after I submitted a prayer request!
Tracey
LORD'S HEALING
RECONCILIATION
BEAUTIFUL RECOVERY
Thank you so much for praying for
me. I had experienced vertigo and it
was debilitating, putting me on the
couch, depressed, and wondering if I
would walk by myself again.
Well the Lord has healed me. I’m back
to all of that and more!! I’m dancing
with joy! And NO dizziness. Thank
you all for your faithfulness in prayer
and love. You all are a gift to the body
of Christ.
While I was incarcerated, I submitted
prayer requests to Breakthrough on
behalf of the men at the prison. Just
yesterday, I met one of the brothers
with whom I was imprisoned. He had
been out ten days and he has reconciled with his wife!
I had called and requested prayers for
a niece who was having brain surgery
to relieve seizures. It was a very serious major surgery and recovery process. I am pleased to tell you all went
well and she is recovering beautifully.
Praise God and your prayer team for
your awesome prayers! Thank you.
Cyndy
Don will celebrate two years of sobriety in July. God is to be praised!
Jim
SOBRIETY SUCCESS
JOB PRIASE
Sybil
Praise God! My sister who was out
of work for two years got a job in
May – three days after the three week
prayer period had ended. Thank you
all for praying!
Ellen
CANCER REMOVED
Your intercessors prayed for my
daughter, Carolyn, who had breast
cancer. She had a lumpectomy, and
all of the cancer was removed. Thank
you very much.
Sara
O
h, give thanks unto
the Lord; call upon
His name; make known
His deeds among the
people... talk ye of all
His wondrous works.
Psalm 105:1-2
PRAYER BLESSING
I was not expecting the postcard
from you, saying that you would
be praying for me for a three week
period. That was a pleasant surprise
that warmed my heart. The following
week I underwent a much dreaded
spinal injection in hopes of numbing
some of the pain I’ve experienced for
two years. Now 10 days later, I’m
joyous to say that the injection was
successful. About 90 percent of the
pain is gone and I can sit down and
get up without shooting pain down
my leg. Thank you all for the comfort
and strength of your prayers.
MEMORIALS
Lester and Carole Werling
in memory of
Dorothy Werling
We welcome gifts in honor of loved ones.
Connie
GOD'S PROVISION
AWESOME GOD
I requested prayer for my financial situation, particularly because I wanted
to go on a mission trip but the tickets
were expensive. I am happy to report
that the Lord has provided an amazing
ticket price so that I could buy my
ticket today. Praise God!
Nicole
Praise God! My husband has been
offered a job and will be training all
this week to see if he has the skills
and abilities to do it. Our awesome
God is already moving in this situation! Thank you for your wonderful
ministry
Debra
Diana
GOD MOVES
Every time I request prayer God has
moved on them. Thanks much for
this ministry.
Frances
Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in PRAYER, believe that you have received
it, and it will be yours. // Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in PRAYER.
// Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by PRAYER and petition, with
thanksgiving, present your requests to God. // Devote yourselves to PRAYER, being
watchful and thankful. // I always thank my God as I remember you in my PRAYERS.
Answers to Prayer are edited for publication.
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