Dear Lord,
What a journey this has been. Some days I was overjoyed to pray. Other days I was saddened. My heart cried knowing we as a people often push you aside, doubt your Word, grow weary waiting. Thank you for pressing into me on this journey, knowing that prayer, prayer changes everything and everybody. When we pray as a group, as a people, a family of God with sincerity in our hearts not malice or vanity, dark moments brighten, mountains move, fear dissipates, love abounds, compassion flourishes.
Lord, I cannot list all the Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, and “Angchronicles” followers who prayed on this journey, but you know each one. You sent a few face to face—in the mall, on special assignment. Thank you for using me to intercede on their behalf. I pray a mighty miracle in their lives. This prayer is Gideon’s fleece—a sign to be sure it was really God’s voice he was hearing and that he understood His directions—a sign that will show everyone that you exist, that you have not forgotten them, that you hear their cries, understand their hopes, and desire them to keep on asking to receive, seeking to find, and knocking until you open doors. And for those who don’t need a sign give them heroic strength and courage to win more souls for You. We have the victory in Christ.
Amen.