Prayer

I often times think about where I would be without people praying for me. I think about how many people are praying for me, and how many pleas the Lord receives on my behalf. Then I think about how thankful I am for these prayers. I know that without them. I wouldn't be at GBS. And that is not an exaggeration. This summer I ran from God. I wasn't going to Bible College. I was going to take a year off. But the dear saint in my church had seen how the Lord had been working in my life, and how much I wanted to do God's will in the past and it broke their hearts to see me backslidden. My Pastor and his wife prayed for me, with a yearning in their heart that I wish I had. My Pastor's parents and his wife prayed and continue to pray for me daily. I awe at the great power of prayer. It gives me hope when I encounter people that are unsaved. It makes me know that if I am persistent, sincere, and have faith that God is listening and answering then my friends and family will come to know Christ. I wouldn't be here, writing this blog if it wasn't for prayer. And I have complete trust that my loved ones will one day come to know Christ because of the people that are praying for them.