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the
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2012
BREAKTHROUGH
celebrating the
living water that is
CHRIST!
The
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CONTENTS | Fall 2012
the
persevere
by Connie L. Peters
W
hen it seems God doesn’t hear you, persevere
At times you need to pray through, persevere
You’ve been praying, you’ve been crying
Seems He hasn’t heard you sighing
God’s Word tells you, he’s not lying
Persevere
Three weeks Daniel prayed and fasted.
Persevere
He sought wisdom, so he lasted. Persevere
A bright man stood there speaking
“Since day one, God heard you seeking
But I was detained by Persian king.”
Persevere
And Lord Jesus told this story. Persevere
‘bout God seemingly ignoring. Persevere
Widow begged and she pleaded
How much more does God love you.
To unjust judge but wasn’t heeded
Persevere
She wouldn’t quit so he conceded
He leans down from above you. Persevere
Persevere
He does hear you interceding
So continue with your pleading
And He’ll give you what you’re needing
Persevere
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
MEMBERS
God uses very physical
things to remind us of
His strength and power
| p. 16
Volume 33
Issue 3
[15]
Alfred Archer
God's Timing
David Mercado
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
by Jean Roach
[6]
STAFF
Becky Cooke
Gabrielle Ryan
Kaitlyn Czajkowski
Living Water
by Cherise Curby
Fig Tree Faith
by Connie Young
[10]
Seven Times
by Erin Kaschub
[20]
The Mind of Christ
by Roy Borges
[12]
Agonizwmai
by Annie Joy
[22]
[14]
by Kathleen Wright
by Bob Hollingshead
[28]
Is God Listening?
EDITORIAL COMMITTEE
[16]
Claudette Ammons
In the Last Hour
Bliss in Blythe
by ST Mann
Becky Cooke
Jami Dittmeier
OFFICE ADDRESS
P.O. Box 121
Lincoln, VA 20160
PHONE
(540) 338-5522
PRAYER FAX LINE
(540) 338-1934
EMAIL
breakthrough@
intercessors.org
All material © Breakthrough, Inc.
Lincoln, VA 20160
www.intercessors.org
cover photo by Gabrielle Ryan
R
egulars:
5 From the Chairman
26 Catherine Marshall Meditations
32 Answers to Prayer
About Breakthrough
B
our mission
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 Chairman
led by the Helper
W
hile I was preparing to write this prologue, I found myself walking on a trail in the woods near my home. I had my headphones
connected to my iPhone and was listening to music. All of a sudden
the music of the Wood Brothers caught my attention. The song was
“Never can pray enough.” Isn’t it amazing how we get answers to our
questions when we open ourselves to the “Helper” (the Holy Spirit; our
counselor, our comforter). John 14:26 says, “But the
Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send
in My name. He will teach you all things, and bring
to your remembrance all that I have said to you.”
You may recall that we recently offered a CD
of Catherine Marshall sharing her thoughts about
“The Helper.” She went on to write a book on this
topic which is one of 30 books that Catherine wrote
while she was with us. In her opening remarks on
the CD, she talks about being open to receive the
gifts of the Holy Spirit. Sometimes I think we want
to do things completely on our own. But wouldn’t
it be much better to always be open to the leading of the Holy Spirit?
Matthew 7:7 says, “Ask, and it shall be given to you; seek, and you
shall find; knock, and it shall be opened to you.”
So here is where my two thoughts converge. We can “never pray
enough” and we should always be “open to the leading of the Holy
Spirit.” These two principles of our faith will never fail us as we believe that God loves us and wants to communicate with us all the time!
We have recently been blessed with financial gifts in spite of the
ups and downs of the world’s economy. Even though we are concerned
about how we will meet our budget needs each month, we remain committed to our mission: to connect those who are willing to pray with
those in need of prayer.
May God bless you as you communicate with God to meet your own
needs and the needs of others. Please contribute to the Breakthrough
ministry as you are able.
Tom Myers
Breakthrough Chairman
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Living
Water
By Cherise Curby
S
weat dripped
down my
back and muddy arms as I
listened to the
words being
translated. The
little grandma walked slowly and her
back was hunched slightly from obvious years of hard work.
Her words were broken with tears
as she tried to explain what it meant
to have a well in her village now.
Adrián, our drill leader and translator,
sounded raspy himself as he translated
her words from Spanish into English:
I have prayed for years for this well. I
prayed I would not have to walk miles
to have good water for my family. I
prayed that we would no longer get
sick from the water we drink. I thank
God for bringing you all here.
I knew this trip had been one
answered prayer after another from
before we even started. Yet now we
discovered that it was an answer to
prayers that had gone up before I
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or most of our team had ever even
heard of Living Water International
or thought to come to Nicaragua and
drill a well.
When we first heard that Jim,
a man in our church, was putting
together a team to go to Nicaragua
to drill a well, my husband and I
instantly looked at each other and
knew we had to go. A mission trip
was not exactly in the budget for this
year, but Jim assured us that if money
was the only obstacle, we should trust
God to provide it. We were amazed at
how the funds came together, almost
effortlessly, not only for each member
of our 12-person team, but to fund
the well itself. We were also blessed
with a prayer partner who joined us
in praying that we would actually find
water when we drilled.
According to Living Water International, a ministry that drills wells
and provides hygiene classes in poor
communities all over the world,
nearly 90 percent of all diseases in the
world are caused by unsafe drinking
water, inadequate sanitation, and poor
hygiene.
Every year, there are 4 billion cases
of diarrhea as a direct result of drinking contaminated water; this results
in more than 2.2 million deaths each
year—many of whom are children.
It is estimated that every day, waterrelated diseases claim the lives of 5,000
children under the age of five. That’s
roughly one every 15 seconds.
These statistics became all the
more real when we arrived in the village outside León, Nicaragua, and met
families with illnesses, saw how far
the distances to the nearest clean wells
were, the condition of the roads that
led to them, or played with and were
loved by dozens of children who have
never seen indoor plumbing.
Eight members of our team, including my husband and me, spent
each day on the drill team in the hot
sun with hard hats, work gloves, shovels, a trailer-mounted drill rig, and lots
of mud. The other four members of
our team taught the women and children about hygiene and how to properly use this new, clean water. They
also shared Bible stories and crafts,
teaching them about the love of Jesus;
the same love that had prompted each
member of our team to help bring
water to their village.
A few days before we left the
States for this trip, a co-worker had
caught me, pulled out a sticky note,
and asked me specifically what she
should be praying for. Of course there
was health and safety for our team; we
could get sick from contaminated food
and water even easier than the people
living there. What came to mind the
most was to ask her to pray that we
would actually find water when we
drilled. We wouldn’t know if we had
hit an aquifer until we began developing the well; but we were trusting that
God would direct us to clean water.
We drilled one borehole and never
hit rock, instead finding only sand and
pumice, perfect for filtering water.
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When we reached 100 feet and began
flushing the well, it turned out to
be one of the most producing wells
the LWI staff had ever seen—rough
estimates put it at about 300 gallons
per minute.
The whole village got in on an
all-out water fight that day as children
played in the water and adults filled
buckets and doused each other. The
excitement was electrifying.
The next day we finished putting
the hardware on the well, installed the
pump and held a dedication where one
person after another spoke about how
thankful they were to God for bringing them this well and how long they
had prayed for one to come to their
village. On the newly installed hand
pump, it says, “This hand pump is
dedicated to the people of this community by Living Water International to
demonstrate the Love of Jesus Christ.
A cup of water in Jesus’ Name (John
4:10-14).”
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lage for the last time, I wished I knew
enough Spanish to tell Katarín, one
little girl who I particularly bonded
with, and the other children who
clung to me that I would remember
them, and be praying for them. Instead, I could only hug them and kiss
their heads over and over.
I was comforted to know that despite all the challenges they would face
which were so different from mine,
they were growing up in a praying
community. They would hear the
stories as they got older about how
their parents and grandparents prayed
for that well and how God provided.
They would remember the people
who came from the United States to
get dirty and hot and sweaty because
Jesus loved them.
They may forget our names and
faces, but hopefully, they will remember that week when prayer stretched
across the world and connected believers for God’s purposes.
all photos courtesy of Cherise Curby
Cherise is a writer, editor,
graphic designer, and fitness
instructor from Virginia.,
and was the editor of The
Breakthrough Intercessor
for four years. She is already
planning her next trip to
Nicaragua. You can learn
more about LWI at ww.water.cc.
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Seven
Times
by Erin Kaschub
F
or the November 2010 elections, I obtained a map
of the U.S. and stood on it while pleading the blood
of Jesus and asking for the spirit of Elijah to be ushered
back into our country. The conclusion of my prayer
was marked by praying for each of the 50 states, not
just my own.
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photo
byBREAKTHROUGH
Gabrielle Ryan
It was a precious experience to
stand with God’s word in my hands,
knowing that Elohim (the Creator of
the universe) had our nation in His
hands. El Roi (the God who sees) was
not blind to the fact that many Christian freedoms and liberties were being
stripped from His children. El (the
strong and mighty One) was stronger
and mightier than anything that could
come against us. And Jehovah Shammah (the Lord is There) would be in
the voting booths for the elections.
During one potent prayer time,
I was reminded of the fall of Jericho
in Joshua 6. The children of Israel
marched around Jericho seven times
and “the wall fell down flat” (verse
20). The number seven has great
significance in the Bible. In 1 Kings
18:41-44 Elijah told Ahab to look over
the sea seven times and on the seventh
time he saw a miraculous sign. II Kings
5:10-14 tells of Elisha commanding
Naaman to wash in the Jordan seven
times in order to be healed. Reflecting
on the number seven, I felt that it was
time to take my prayers to an even
greater level.
The first thought that came to my
mind was to go where I would personally vote, and anoint the location once
a day for seven days. Then I felt that I
was to anoint a different location each
day for the seven days leading up to
the first Tuesday in November. With
so many churches and schools that had
“vote here” signs in front of them, it
was a synch to anoint one per day.
My goal was not to make a spectacle out of myself or cause alarm to
the administration in the schools. The
plan was to simply pull into a parking
lot, pray while in my car if necessary,
and anoint the parking lot with oil.
For the churches and government
buildings, I walked up to the front
doors and anointed the handles while
praying something as simple as:
“God, please bless these polls. May
You bring truth to light. Open the
eyes of the voters who pass through
these doors to vote in line with biblical standards. Give favor to candidates
who will vote in line with Your word.
Please turn our nation back to You.
Amen”
On one occasion a friend joined me
to walk around a government building. My dear friend boldly proclaimed
Jesus as the Lord of the elections and
cast out the spirits of confusion, evil,
and deception. Jehovah-Rapha (our
Provider) not only provided the time
to pray, He also provided a miracle
in one particularly heated local election. On a sticky note next to Psalm
7:9, 17 in my Bible, I recorded the
answer to prayer: “Praise You Lord
for letting the underdog win!” What
God revealed through David and
Goliath, God was showing to be true
in the local race of the anti-Christian,
rich powerhouse incumbent versus a
Christian with a small budget. God
had shown once again that Jeremiah
32:17 is true: there is nothing too hard
for Him.
Editor’s note: 2012 brings another
important election. Please join Breakthrough in praying for our nation and
its leaders at all levels of government.
Erin facilitates a support
group for caregivers in
Georgia. She has been an
intercessor for 11 years.
She cherishes her time
alone with God and worshiping Him.
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Agonizwmai
by Annie Joy
E
arly one morning, my brother
Michael texted me asking me to
pray for his friend on the internet who
was searching for Christ. Normally at
such times I would say, “God, help
Michael’s friend come to know You
and give Michael the words to say.”
But not this day.
As soon as I got the text, I began to
pray and since the house was empty,
I prayed out loud. By the time I got
on the treadmill, there were two more
of Michael’s friends added to the list.
The words were coming out of my
mouth before I thought of them, as if
I was reading or quoting something I’d
memorized. I didn’t have to search for
more things to pray. Words just kept
coming and so did agonizwmai. Agonizwmai comes from Romans 15:30 “I
urge you, brethren… to strive together
with me in your prayers.” It means to
struggle, fight, labor fervently, strive;
to compete for a prize or to contend
with an enemy.
It wasn’t anger I felt; rather it was
more like the power with which the
Apostles cast out demons. With authority and confidence and tightness
in my chest, I thought I was reminding
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God of His promises, demanding that
He remember them. But just who was
reminding whom? God’s not the one
with the faulty memory.
I didn’t know what to say. That’s
when God reminded me that “the
Spirit also helps our weakness, for
we do not know how to pray as we
should.” (Romans 8:26) Verse after
verse came to my mind from James,
Philippians, Matthew, Isaiah…. The
last verse I stopped on was this: “And
all things you ask in prayer, believing,
you will receive.” (Matthew 21:22)
And I had to ask myself, “Do I believe
that?”
I’ve never been one to “name it and
claim it” or believe that just because
I pray something, God has to do it.
But God reminded me again that “if
we ask anything according to His
will, He hears us.” (1 John 5:14) Was
this prayer according to His will? It
certainly wasn’t coming from me.
I felt like all the Scripture I’d ever
memorized was just right at my fingertips and on the tip of my tongue.
How could that be except by the Holy
Spirit? I am incapable of remembering
how much vanilla goes into the recipe
even though I’ve been told six times.
I am doing well just to read one verse
each day. No, not I, but Him. If ever
I was sure of anything in my life, it’s
that this prayer did not come from
me, and no demon would ever supply
me with that much Scripture. The
only other choice was that it came
from God.
I could also say for sure, “This
prayer had power.” The Apostle
Paul wanted to know “the fellowship
of sharing in [Christ’s] sufferings,
becoming like Him in His death.”
(Philippians 3:10 NIV) God only
knows how many times I’ve quoted
that verse and never understood it but
today it hit me: Jesus agonized over us
in His death. He was pleading for our
lives. That is what I was doing. Sure, I
prayed for people’s salvation before,
but never like this. I found myself begging God for their lives, claiming His
promises as if He would forget them
and crying, literally crying, with sobs
and gasps, for people I had never met. I
was praying on the treadmill, running,
having to drag in air, and knowing
that I was struggling hard spiritually
over people I didn’t even know. Agonizwmai. That was the heart of God I
felt. God cared about them enough to
die for them and now, I felt, I did too.
I cared because God cared.
So did I believe? Not that “God’s
will would be done” or that they
would be saved “God willing.” I
realized that while I should never
presume to know the mind of God,
on this day, for this prayer, saying
I believe “if it was God’s will” was
leaving me a loophole, an escape route
in case God didn’t answer. For that
moment, saying “God willing” was
a mark, not of my faith, but of my
doubt. “The one who doubts is like
the surf of the sea, driven and tossed
by the wind.” (James 1:6) Is that what
I chose to be? It was very difficult for
me to actually put my faith in the fact
that God would answer this prayer. It
was like letting go of a drifting buoy
to stand on a rock in the middle of
the sea. The buoy may have kept me
afloat, but it also kept me unstable and
wind-tossed.
After all those verses, all that
prayer, all that agonizwmai, it all
came down to Matthew 21:22: “And
all things you ask in prayer, believing,
you will receive.” I ran through the
logic in my mind, Bible in hand, sitting on the edge of the treadmill and
I found myself saying, “If this verse
is true…”
“If this verse is true?” How that
must break the heart of God. Suddenly there was no question. There
was no loophole, no “if.” God’s Word
is true. So in that moment, I let go of
my safety buoy to stand on the Rock
of Ages. And on this Rock I put my
trust, for I know three things
• This prayer didn't come from me.
• This prayer had power.
• God’s Word is true.
As a result, I placed my brother’s
three friends in the hands of God and
rest assured that in His timing, He
would bring all three of them to a saving faith in Jesus Christ. To the praise
and the glory of His grace.
Annie is the author of
Treasure’s Hunt, a novel
in her historical fiction
series Willow Creek.
She can be found at her
website, anniejoybooks.
com or on Facebook as
Annie Joy Books.
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Feature
Is God Listening?
by Bob Hollingshead
photo by Gabrielle Ryan
W
hen Breakthrough intercessors
pray, they listen for God’s
confirmation that He is listening.
Through Scripture, you know His
response as a ‘message of insight.’
John the Baptist sent his disciples to
ask Jesus, “Are you the one who is
coming?" And, Jesus answered, “…
what have you seen and heard: the
blind receive sight, the lame walk, the
lepers are cleansed, and the deaf hear.”
My wife Peggy has been wearing
hearing aids for over 25 years. Originally she had prayed for healing, but
over the years she surrendered to a life
with the aids. Recently she got new
ones – very high tech – with a built in
FM receiver and a ‘directional attachment’ to pick up what an individual
was saying. All new stuff to me since
we had been married for only three
years.
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Recently she awoke from an afternoon nap in terrible pain. She was
able to get out of bed, stumble down
the hall to our office -- literally falling
into my arms -- and say, “Something is
terribly wrong.” Standing there without a conscious thought or a clue how
to pray, I just held her. Neither of us
seemed to be in need of any additional
action for we seemed to be surrounded
by peace. After a few moments I asked
Peggy if she could sit down – “Yes.”
Are you in pain? “No.” Let’s go to
the ER. “OK.” “What do you think,
doctor?” “Don’t know – check with
your doctor on Monday.” Monday –
“What do you think doctor?” “Don’t
know – let’s see what happens over
the next few days.”
During the next few days our life
was different. Peggy stopped wearing
her hearing aids. She enjoyed listening
to music – turning down the TV – and
hearing the birds sing their morning
song. I kidded her, “You can hear the
ants crawling outside.”
We learned that God never forgot
all of Peggy’s prayers for the return
of her hearing. It was a witness that
sometimes we need to stop praying
and silently listen for God’s answer.
Or, to confirm for Breakthrough
Intercessors the wisdom of why He
told Catherine to use Daniel 10:13 as
our guide for a time of prayer.
Bob was the Chairman of
Breakthrough from 1997
- 2002. He worked closely
with Len LeSourd for five
years and is currently developing a Bible program
for children.
photo by Gabrielle Ryan
“Ten more minutes, Lola! Then time for bed,” I called to my three
year old granddaughter.
“No-o-o-o-o!” she protested. “I don’t want to go to bed. I want seven
minutes!”
“Lola, you can have ten!” I replied, trying to help her understand.
“Seven!” she insisted.
“Okay,” I surrendered. “Seven more minutes, then bed time. No
trouble and no crying.”
“Okay,” she smiled as she continued to play.
As I was tucking her in bed seven minutes later, I couldn’t help but
wonder how many blessings from God we miss out on because we
protest His way and insist on our way.
“No ear has ever heard, nor eye ever seen any God but you, Who works
such deeds for those who wait on Him.” – Isaiah 64:4
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Fig Tree
Faith
By Connie Young
O
ur farmer friend decided he wanted to remove some fig trees from his land and offered our family as many trees as we cared to take
out. Grateful for the opportunity to beautify our
yard with fruit-bearing trees, my husband and
I carefully dug up seven trees and transported
them to our property.
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With visions of shade from the
upcoming summer heat, on a gray,
overcast morning we enthusiastically
dug places for them along the curve of
our driveway. My husband shoveled
the dirt over the roots as I carefully
held the trees in place. While my dirtcovered fingers were still wrapped
around the cool trunks, I breathed
a prayer to the Giver of Life to bless
each tree and make it fruitful.
As we placed the last of the seven
trees, my neighbor walked up the
drive. Carelessly, to make conversation, I commented to her as she approached, “I’m standing here praying
over this silly tree - as if God hears me
about such a matter.”
No further thought was given to
the subject as we chatted about other
things - at least not until later that
rainy afternoon, when my son came
home from school, slamming the
door and yelling from the kitchen,
“Where did we get the cool trees,
Mom?” Before I could reply he continued, “Looks like the one on the
end is dead.”
In my spirit I knew instantly. My
mind flashed to the foolish words I
had spoken that morning as I planted
the seventh tree: “If He hears me…” I
grabbed my wool sweater and ran out
the front door and down the muddy
driveway, almost slipping. It was a
misty rain, softly dampening my hair
and clothing. It was obvious, even before I could get a close look. The last
tree planted was drooping and many
leaves were on the ground.
Stunned, I shivered and pulled
the sweater closer around me. The
remaining leaves looked different
than the ones on the other six trees.
The trunk bent awkwardly and the
branches looked thinner and dry.
Wouldn’t I have noticed this before?
I sneezed into my wet-sweatered arm
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A chill shuddered through my body and water
rolled through my straightened hair and down
my forehead, dripping off my nose. I thought of
the withered fig tree the disciples saw.
and my eyes blurred as I gazed at the
trees, watching water drip off them
to make puddles on the dirt beneath.
They were all planted with the same
care. Why did we plant this patheticlooking tree?
While looking up at the darkening
sky, I again remembered my words.
Was God speaking to me through a
fig tree? Distantly, east of the house,
the heavens lit up with a dashing flash
of electrical light. Moments later,
thunder aggressively cracked an echoing drumming, seemingly confirming
my question.
I knew there was a Scripture about
a fig tree Jesus changed. A chill shuddered through my body and water
rolled through my straightened hair
and down my forehead, dripping off
my nose. I thought of the withered fig
tree the disciples saw. (Matthew 21:20)
Then other pieces of Scripture formed
in my mind.
“ ...He must believe and not
doubt... for he that doubts is like a
wave of the sea... That man should not
think he will receive anything from
the Lord.” (James 1:6-7 NIV)
I grasped the moist trunk of the
seventh tree with my cold fingers.
My prayers for the trees had been in
faith, but I’d expressed doubt with
the last tree. I wiped the wetness from
my face, and after repenting for my
flippancy, I prayed for God’s blessing
of the tree. And I prayed with faith.
The sky opened up with a down-
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pour as I meditatively walked back to
the house, sloshing through cloudy,
brown puddles gathering on the driveway. Mud splatters decorated my legs;
but a clean feeling, deep inside me was
rising in my spirit. My son was staring out the window at his mother’s
strange behavior. When I went inside,
I shared a miraculous lesson in faith.
The next day, the sun shone
brightly, and within a few days, all
seven trees were stripped of their
leaves and looked rather bad. But
finally, all the trees sprouted tiny,
bright green evidences of new life.
When I share this experience with
people unlike me, they don’t find it
particularly significant - especially
since it isn’t unusual for fig trees to
drop leaves when they’re replanted.
But it doesn’t matter to me if I don’t
have any proof about how unusual my
seventh tree looked on that stormy
day. I’ve learned something about
faith. Even when people tell me it’s
only a coincidence that the last tree
along the curve of the driveway is the
largest and most productive, it’s not
what I believe.
Connie has four children
and nine grandchildren.
She and her husband
own a small construction
company in California.
She enjoys writing and
has been published in several books, magazines and newspapers.
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the mind
of
Christ
by Roy Borges
I
n prison, I can find someone to dislike everywhere. I can see someone I don’t even know
and not like them simply because of the way they
look, walk, or talk. But the Bible says, “God is
love,” and “there is no fear in love, but perfect
love casts out fear.” (John 4:16-18)
The Apostle Paul defines this
kind of love in 1 Corinthians 13:4-8.
He says, “Love suffers long… love is
kind.” He goes on to list the things
that love does and does not do. He
ends his definition with the statement,
“Love never fails.”
This kind of love sees people
through God’s eyes as individuals
created in His image. He wants me
to love people with the love He has
for them – He loved them so much
He gave His only Son to save them.
(John 3:16-17)
When I am walking in this kind
of love, fear is eradicated and failure
never comes because love never fails.
I have my emotions under control
and no one is pushing my buttons. In
prison, everyone tries to push your
buttons. Whenever I find myself in an
emotional situation where someone is
trying to push me, instead of popping
off I delay my response. Then I ask
myself, “How would Jesus handle this
situation?”
Don’t misunderstand me, in my
natural human love, it is easy to lose
my cool and pop off. But when the
mind of Christ is directing my steps,
He enables me to refrain from the
sharp retort, the smart-alecky remark,
or the mean comeback. I deliberately
discipline my volatile reaction. Jesus
was never unkind or mean to anyone.
Through His grace, I put a curb on my
tongue, but more importantly on my
mental attitude – the tongue being its
only instrument. I try to fill my thinking with Jesus’ thoughts just as the
apostle Paul wrote, “Let this mind be
in you which also is in Christ Jesus.”
(Philippians 2:5)
Inmates are quick to claim, “I have
my rights!” Pride and self-centeredness, or just plain evil, make them
think, “I can eat twice, I’m hungry.
I can cut in line, I’m in a hurry,” or
they justify buying something stolen,
“I didn’t steal it.”
When you have the mind of
Christ, your attitude changes. Christ
enables you to lay aside your rights. If
you say you follow Christ, you want
to live like He did. You allow him to
develop an attitude of humility in you,
even if you are not likely to get any
recognition for your efforts.
The mind of Christ contains love’s
thermometer. It does not allow the
heat of the moment to get me. It pays
no attention to a suffered wrong.
It’s not touchy, fretful, or resentful.
It does not insist on being right or
rejoice at injustice, but rejoices in the
truth. I see people the way God does,
not for who they are, but for whom
they can become in Christ.
I try to see everyone with lovable
qualities. I can love my enemies and
overcome evil with good. It’s a whole
new way of thinking. It’s the mind of
Christ. The Bible says, “He who is in
you is greater than He who is in the
world.” (John 4:4)
Roy's 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.
photo by Gabrielle Ryan
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In the
Last
Hour
by Kathleen Wright
I
t’s a cold, snowy day in western
New York where I work as a visiting nurse. I am also a mother of five,
with a house full of teenagers and no
child support to speak of at all. I am
a Christian holding tightly to Jesus
through troubled times.
One of my patients is on my heart.
She is so dear, so pretty, with a beautiful home and a caring, providing
husband. It is through my nursing
that our worlds meet and from the
beginning I thought what a friend she
would be. She has already endured an
amputation of her leg and the cancer
still was not arrested.
I pray alone in my car, “Lord,
show me how to help. She doesn’t
want any more treatment. She’s had
enough. Should I mention You? Is she
angry? Does she want to die?”
During this visit, we talk. She
has more pain than she did before,
especially when her bowels move.
The pain is terrifying to her. I see
such a straightforward person, but I
begin softly.
“Are you a Christian?”
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“Oh yes! I love the Lord with all
my heart!”
“Do you want to live?”
“No, I can’t go on like this.”
“Do you want to talk further
about it?”
“Well, I feel awful at physical
therapy. I feel like a Cyclops or something, a freak. I just can’t go there
anymore.”
I listen as God gives me a quiet,
understanding heart, filling it with
love for her. I don’t force the issue. It’s
been hard for her these past couple of
years so I listen with love.
“Peggy,” I say, “can I pray with
you?”
“Oh yes! Please, I want to pray.”
“What are your concerns?”
“My son,” (I smile; we are both
mothers). “He needs to marry a good
girl, a Christian. My husband is all
right, but he will need someone. My
daughter is at college. Just look at her
marks! She is doing so well; we talk
on the phone a lot.”
“Peggy, do you want her to come
home?”
“No; we’ve already decided that.
She wants to keep going and I’m so
proud of her.”
My heart is troubled; I believe that
it is important for this daughter to be
with her mother. I quickly have to
decide to respect the decision.
“I don’t want to stink,” she said
earnestly. “My father died of cancer.
I would visit him, but I really do ask
the Lord to not let my flesh stink.”
We pray. She shows me her Bible.
I carefully guide her to the Psalms 27,
46, and 91. I look at her Bible. It’s so
highlighted and worn out. She knows
her God. My heart is filled with joy.
I’ve hidden God’s Word in my heart
all these years and I praise Him that
I’ve communicated my faith effectively. I CAN help!
“Peggy, you need to get your back
to the wind, don’t you?”
She nods and cries. I have no more
words to say. I see her struggle with
her emotions as she tries to control
herself. She is relieved that I understand. My visit is finished; it’s my
sixth assessment visit. I have called her
physician on my last two visits. Her
pulse is 90 and so soft. I believe that she
is bleeding. He discounts my thoughts.
“We’ve already transfused twice.”
He is not going to do anymore. I
decide it’s in my best discretion not
to push him.
I have never met her husband, but
we talk on the phone.
“Bob,” I tell him, “her pulse is 90
and I think she might be bleeding. Do
you want your daughter home?”
“No,” he replies. “We’ve already
talked through that and it’s final.”
“She wants to die.”
“I know there is nothing more they
can do for her,” he says.
I listen to him. He is so strong on
her behalf. Peggy has told me she has
laughed when her husband gets off the
elevator at the hospital.
“The doctors are afraid of him,”
she says.
I smiled. I’m glad they’re afraid of
someone.
I don’t have a strong medicine ordered. I think of hospice. I’ll call them
tomorrow. We may need something
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more when her time comes. Funny,
I think about child birth instead of
death.
I drive home, exhausted. I pass the
local cemetery and shiver; it’s so cold.
What a nasty day. I shake off this cold
feeling. She’s okay. We have some
time yet. I set aside thoughts of my
visit and focus on making supper for
the kids instead.
I should get some gas in my car. I
have only three dollars until payday.
The gas station is closed. It’s getting
darker and colder. I’ll put gas in the
car in the morning. The tank registers
at less than a quarter full.
It’s 9:30 pm. I go to bed. At 10:20,
the phone rings. It’s Bob.
“There’s something wrong,” he
says. “She is in a lot more pain and I
can’t quiet her. Please help me!”
“Of course!”
There is only one main road between my house and his. Driving is
almost impossible. I couldn’t even see
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in front of me. The snow wants to be
a blizzard. It is as though a giant angel
is guiding my car. I was wearing only a
sweat suit and no makeup. How could
I possibly appear professional?
God’s love fills my heart and mind.
When I arrive, I get to the back door
quickly, holding my nursing bag
tightly. Bob greets me and there is a
look of shock on his face. I run up the
stairs with wings on my feet. Peggy is
waiting for me, sitting up in her bed.
I put my arms around her and settle
her back into her pillows. I see she is
losing consciousness. Quickly I check
her blood pressure; there is none – as
if I didn’t already know.
“Bob, where is Jeff?”
“He’s in the other room.”
Somehow my arms around her
seem to quiet her. I realize her son will
need to hold her while she is still alive.
“Jeff, come quickly and see your
mother!”
All three of us tell Peggy we love
her; and within five minutes, she was
gone like a snuffed out candle. I stay
numbly by her side, desperately trying
to stay in control while Bob and Jeff
shout out to God.
My visual aid is the Bible by
Peggy’s bed. I turn through the worn
out pages to Isaiah 43:2-4: “When
you pass through the waters, I will be
with you; when you pass through the
rivers, they will not sweep over you.
When you walk through the fire, you
will not be burned; the flames will not
set you ablaze.”
Bob’s face shows deep shock as
he makes phone calls: to family, the
coroner, and the funeral director.
The funeral director arrives. We talk
a little. Then I notice the snow has
stopped outside. I drive home as I have
an early start the next day.
I am friends with the gas station
owner near my house and I know he
will have the station open early for
me. When I get home, I knew this
seemingly empty tank of gas is absolutely no problem. God had heard and
answered Peggy’s prayer.
All of my energy is gone now,
but my youngest son, Sam, calls from
his bed.
“Mom, are you all right?” He is
always so caring.
“I’m fine, Sam.”
“Something’s the matter,” he said.
“Where were you?”
“It’s okay. I’ll tell you about it
later… Sam?”
“Yeah, Mom?”
“Jesus loves us.”
“Right, Mom. I know. I love you
too.”
Kathleen is the grandmother of nine
grandchildren. She volunteers at Lockpert Cares homeless shelter in New York
and is a pastoral nurse and health minister. This story is from when she worked
for the Visiting Nurses Association.
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Do I Need
the
Holy Spirit
by Catherine Marshall
J
esus was about thirty years old
when He asked John the Baptist
to baptize Him. Behind Him lay “the
hidden years” of which we catch only
glimpses of in the Gospels. We do
know that until then He had lived a
quiet life in the Nazareth carpenter
shop and had attempted “no mighty
works.”
That day at the Jordan, the Holy
Spirit came upon Him, permanently
to make His home in the earthly
temple of Christ’s being. Only then
did Jesus dare to embark on His public
ministry.
In the same way, three years later,
the disciples were instructed by their
Master to not attempt to preach or
to teach or to witness until this same
heavenly Dove had implanted His fire
in their hearts too…
He commanded them not to leave
Jerusalem, but to wait for what the
Father had promised… Only the Holy
Spirit could give them the ability to
communicate truth to other people;
could supply them with in-depth
perception into the needs of others;
could give them a message; convict of
sin; heal; administer the infant Church
– in short, equip them for service.
We in our century are certainly no
When I
less needy than our Lord or those disciples. For us to attempt any church
work, any ministry or witnessing
solely through man’s devices, talents,
and organizational machinery alone is
as effective as trying to drive our car
with water in the gasoline.
The year 1871 saw Dwight L.
Moody apparently a great success as
an evangelist. His tabernacle drew the
largest congregations in Chicago. But
according to Moody’s own estimate of
those years, he was a “great hustler”
and this work was being done “largely
in the energy of the flesh.”
Two humble Free Methodist
women, Auntie Cook and Mrs. Snow,
used to attend these meetings and sit
on the front row. Moody could not
help seeing that they were praying
during most of his services. Finally,
he spoke to the women about it.
“Yes,” they admitted, “we have
been praying for you.”
“Why me? Why not for the unsaved?” the evangelist retorted, a bit
nettled.
“Because you need the power of
the Spirit,” was their answer.
After some weeks of this, Mr.
Moody invited the women to his office to talk about it. “You spoke of
Pray?
power for service,” he prodded them.
“I thought I had it. I wish you would
tell me what you mean.”
So Mrs. Snow and Auntie Cook
told Moody what they knew about
the baptism of the Holy Spirit. Then
the three Christians prayed together
and the women left.
From that hour “there came a great
hunger in my soul,” Moody was to say
later. “I really felt that I did not want
to live if I could not have this power
for service.”
One late autumn day in 1871,
Dwight L. Moody was in New York
(on his way to England) walking up
Wall Street. Suddenly, in the midst of
the bustling crowds, his prayer was
answered: the power of God fell on
him so overwhelmingly that he knew
he must get off the street.
Spotting a house he recognized,
Moody knocked on the door and
asked if he might have a room by
himself for a few hours. Alone there,
such joy came upon him that “at last
he had to ask God to withhold His
hand, lest he die on the spot from joy.”
From that hour, Moody’s ministry
was never the same. He went on to
England for what was to be the first
of many evangelistic campaigns there.
People thronged to north London to
hear him.
“The sermons were not different,”
Moody summarized. “I did not present any new truths, and yet hundreds
were converted. Even if you should
give me the whole world, I would
not now be placed back where I was
before that blessed experience.”
The evangelist was to live another
28 years, and “to reduce the population of hell by a million souls.”
Reprinted from The Breakthrough
Intercessor Volume 15, number 2
Spring 1995
photo by Gabrielle Ryan
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W
Bliss
in
Blythe
by ST Mann
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e had an intruder. One I knew well; very
well, unfortunately. My son Kenny and I
were driving north across the desert to Quartzite
where we would meet his friend Nicole. She lived
in Los Angeles, two or three hours to the west. A
motel selected from the current travel guide would
be the rendezvous location at noon.
Finishing my research work at
City Hall in Yuma that morning
took longer than I anticipated and
the road to Quartzite was slower
than I estimated. A lot slower. We
would arrive at least 90 minutes
late and there was no cell phone
coverage to coordinate the change
in arrival time.
In my DOD (days of darkness)
of the past, I would have made an
unraveling plan such as this even
uglier by spewing foul language and
emitting negative vibes of anger,
not to mention insane driving. Do
you remember the old Reader’s
Digest article ‘The Nation’s Worst
Drivers?’ At least they didn’t mention me by name.
Now, by the grace of God, I
walked through life trusting the
Father for all.
Behold the lilies of the field…
how they grow; they toil not;
neither do they spin; yet… even
Solomon in all his glory was not
arrayed like one of these. Now if
God so clothes the grass of the field,
which today is, and tomorrow is
thrown into the oven, will He not
much more clothe you? (Matthew
6:28-30)
Kenny’s anxiety after repeated
failed attempts to connect with
Nicole deflated his faith. It was
enough to permit the intruder to
enter. I detected this intruder by
the uncharacteristic tension as he
drove - in his hands, in his legs, in
his speech and in the atmosphere.
The intruder had been my primary tormentor from my DOD.
A demon of haste Hurry up! Even if there is no
deadline. Just to practice for when
there is a deadline. We have to get
there ASAP. Pronto! Now! Faster!
But first, procrastinate to make
sure we are cutting it close. We
don’t have time to enjoy the ride.
We don’t have time to look at the
scenery. We don’t have time to
stop. But don’t worry about safety
– God wants you there fast; and He
will protect you, even if you don’t
practice safety. You don’t even have
to use your seat belt. If we aren’t on
time, no one will wait for us; and no
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one will forgive us. If we do manage
to arrive on time, certainly they will
understand why we are too tired to
be involved in any conversations. As
soon as we get there we will need to
rest up because we will have to hurry
home. Hurry up, even if there is no
deadline.
Saddened that my beloved son was
being vexed by my former nemesis,
my soul wept. I prayed silently.
Words of solace came. I apologized
for not getting my information from
city hall any quicker, but sometimes
governments are like that; surely we
would have cell phone coverage again
soon and surely Nicole would have a
safe place to wait for us in the motel
lobby.
We finally arrived in Quartzite.
Oh… bad news! There was still no
cell phone. And there was NO motel!
While listed in the travel guide, it had
never been built!
The demon eagerly reminded us of
our predicament Ninety minutes LATE! NO cell
phone coverage. You tried a pay
phone and Nicole has NO cell phone
coverage either, thus NO way to
contact her. She is traveling alone in
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an old Volkswagen nearly three hours
from home. The meeting place doesn’t
even exist! This is a terrible situation.
She will be mad. She might even turn
around and go home and never speak
to you again. Can’t God even permit
time to visit Nicole without trouble?
God can’t be trusted in matters that
are really important to you?
Kenny listened to the intruder. He
was frustrated, anxious and angry –
just as I had been almost continuously
during my years of DOD. I believe
God wept.
We had given the day to God in
prayer before we left home that morning; He was still in control. I prayed
again, silently. His love enveloped me,
and I hugged my son. As I held him,
we prayed.
If any of you lacks wisdom, let him
ask of God, who gives to all liberally
and without reproach, and it will be
given to him. (James 1:5)
Words of wisdom came to me, and
I shared them "LET’S NOT LOOK AT THE
OBSTACLES HERE; LET’S LOOK
AT THE PROMISES OF GOD…
The thief comes only to steal and
kill and destroy; I have come that you
might have life, and that you might
have it more abundantly. (John 10:10)
AND LET’S LOOK AT WHAT
HE IS TRYING TO TEACH US
HERE."
When Peter had come down out
of the boat, he walked on the water
to go to Jesus. But when he saw the
wind he became afraid, and beginning
to sink, he cried out saying, ‘Lord save
me!’ And immediately Jesus stretched
out His hand and caught him, and said
to him, ‘O you of little faith, why did
you doubt?’ (Matthew 14:29-31)
We released the ungodly thoughts
and emotions at the foot of the cross:
faithlessness, haste, anger, anxiety.
The Holy Spirit prevailed, the
intruder fled, and God smiled.
Who shall separate us from the
love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or
distress, or persecution, or famine,
or nakedness, or peril, or sword? …I
am persuaded that neither death nor
life, nor angels nor principalities nor
powers, nor things present nor things
to come, nor height nor depth, nor
any other created thing, shall be able
to separate us from the love of God
which is in Christ Jesus. (Romans
8:35, 38-39)
The map showed a town twenty
miles west – Blythe. It was just across
the Colorado River. "It’s a little bit
bigger. Let’s go there; maybe they will
have cell phone coverage so whenever
Nicole gets to a cell phone area we
can call her."
Eighteen miles down the road, two
minutes outside Blythe, the cell phone
chirped up. We had a message.
"Hi, it’s Nicole. I went to Quartzite… ummm… there is NO such motel
– it apparently had never been built!
And there is NO cell phone coverage
there, so I drove back across the Colorado River to Blythe. I am waiting at
the motel here in Blythe."
Two more minutes elapsed, followed by a sweet, teary, and glorious
reunion.
ST is a 50's vintage sojourner for Jesus and
has written dozens of
inspirational true short
stories from his adventures. His monthly devotional now reaches six
continents. He lives on a
farm in the Canadian Rockies and can
be reached at [email protected].
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A Prayer
nswers to
LORD'S VICTORY
God heard our cries! My brother was
on the verge of losing his business
due to theft, but the Lord completely
cleared it up. Thank you for your
prayers!
Susan
JOB BREAKTHROUGH
My daughter, Tammy, got a different
job! She had been working on a TV set
with a horrible boss who would curse
and verbally abuse her. She was miserable, but the Lord opened up other
doors for her and she is working with
a great boss in a different company.
Joette
HUSBAND'S HEALING
We prayed for God to heal Shannon’s
husband from cancer, back trouble,
and kidney cysts. Praise the Lord,
he’s been healed! Thank you for your
prayers.
Ilona
GOD KNOWS BEST
I wrote back in 2009 asking prayer
for my parents’ healing. My father
had cancer and my mother had early
stages of Alzheimer’s. My mom, Nettie, is doing much better! My father
went home to glory on April 11,
2009. The Father knew best! Thank
you so much for your prayers. Inette
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RECOVERING
My youngest son is a recovering alcoholic. He is over a year and a half
sober! Thank you for interceding for
him!
Sybil
SALVATION STORY
Praise the Lord, my son has given his
life to Jesus! Yasmin
INSIGHTFUL MESSAGE
I received an insightful message from
one of your intercessors and I would
love for her to know how much I
appreciate her prayers and the verses
she was led to send. Oh, how I needed
to hear from the Lord that day! God
bless you all!
Gail
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.
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RELATIONSHIPS
I must tell you that after I requested
prayer from you, within less than 24
hours my mother called to apologize
to me. Praise the Lord for His mighty
hand of healing relationships! There is
still much that needs mending, but I
am just waiting to see what the Lord
will do next. Thank you very much
for your prayers on behalf of me and
my loved ones!
Becky
MARRIAGE HEALING
Eighteen years ago, I asked prayer
for my marriage. He was leaving and
didn’t love me anymore. Praise the
Lord, this June we will be celebrating
38 years of marriage! We are so happy
and peaceful. We work together and
have a great relationship. We love
each other very much; we are enjoying our children and our newborn
granddaughter. God is awesome and
I praise Him for healing and giving us
a new marriage. We are so thankful
for each other and for your prayers!
Donna
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
MATT'S HEALING
About two years ago, I requested
prayer for my son-in-law, Matt, who
was faced with stage four, carcinoid
cancer in his liver. Since then, through
the grace of God and good treatment,
the tumors have shrunk significantly.
Praise the Lord for His awesome healing power!
June
GINA'S DELIVERANCE
Good news! I wanted you to know
that Gina’s breast cancer exam
results came back and it was all
negative! It was just a mass of tissue
that looked like something harmful,
but wasn’t. Our God intervened
because of your prayers. Also, the
symptoms of kidney stones have also
disappeared. Thank you so much for
your faithfulness to prayer.
Blanche
BREAKTHROUGH IN
PRISON
I’d like to thank you from the bottom
of my heart for your unsolicited intercession on my behalf. I know it greatly
smoothed my transition to the new
camp I’m stationed at. Two specific
examples jump to mind: 1) contrary
to prior practice, they have started
leaving the dorm lights on during the
weekends so I can see to study God’s
Word! And 2) contrary to their own
rules and stated practice, I was granted
permission to start computer school
here – despite having already graduated two technical training courses.
This will prepare me for life back in
society after almost 20 years of incarceration. God is SO good!
Thank you so much for all you do.
May God Almighty continue to bless
you!
Ollie
MEMORIALS
Carol Matza
in memory of
Gloria DeLillo
We welcome gifts in honor of loved ones.
BUSINESS INCREASE
Thank you so much for praying for
my husband’s business. Things have
really picked up for the first time in
years! We are so excited and happy. It
is such a blessing. We appreciate your
prayers more than you can know!
Betty
CANCER FREE!
I asked prayer for my sister, Barbara,
who was diagnosed with cancer a few
days before Christmas. At the time,
she was only given three months to
live. In February, she was declared
free of all cancer tumors and fluids
in her body. Only by the miracles of
God! Thank you for praying!
Kathy
SONS' RELATIONSHIP
I have definitely seen prayer answered
about our boys, Jake and Ben. There
have been improvements in their
relationship. Thank you so much! I
so appreciate your prayers!
Anonymous
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