If Two Agree
For as the heavens are higher
than the earth, so are my ways
higher than your ways, and my
thoughts than your thoughts.
For as the rain cometh down;
and the snow from heaven, and returneth not thither,
but watereth the earth, and maketh it bring forth and
bud, that it may give seed to the sower, and bread to
the eater: So shall my word be that goeth out of my
mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall
accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in
the thing whereto I sent it.
Each day I receive prayer
requests from two prayer groups I joined on the
internet. I count myself blessed to be a part of them.
Prayer is a privilege we take for granted way too often,
because at our weakest point, God has given each of us a
tool in which we find our greatest help in times of
trouble. But, even greater is the fact that if we pray
for one another before we get into trouble. That way we
can avoid many attacks of the Satan.
Just think about it, if
you will. The Word says, “If Two Agree.” So, think of
the power of ten, to one hundred people all praying at
the same time in one accord. Imagine how the power of
God can and will move mountains!
Our son was eleven months
old. I heard the words spoken in soft but firm tones
telling me that there was little hope, if any for our
precious son to live through the night. They said if he
did live, he would have permanent brain damage due to
the high fevers and the length of time the fever stayed
What started out as a
cold, (or so I thought) turned in to flu symptoms,
cough, high fever, and inconsolable crying. Nothing I
did seemed to help. Nor did the medications the doctor
had given him. He was finally admitted to the hospital,
and after many tests, a spinal tap, and sleepless
nights, it was determined he had spinal meningitis.
The doctors were doing all
they could do. I did all that I could do. I sat by his
bed day and night. I wept, prayed and prayed even more.
However, I was determined not to accept the news the
doctor had given us. I called everyone I could think of,
and called my Church requesting prayer. I refused to
accept negative thoughts to creep in to my mind that
were against the promises of God. I determined to trust
in God’s Word and his promises.
As morning broke, so did
our son’s fever. I was awakened by a tiny voice calling
out, “Mommy.” There in front of me stood a child who had
been too weak to stand for days. He smiled as he hung on
to the guardrail of the baby bed. Heaven came down on
earth as the staff and I rejoiced at the miracle of God.
God moved in a mighty way,
all because of people like you who were willing to make
a difference by taking just a few moments to pray.
Oh yes, our son had no
brain damage. If fact, he graduated at the top of his
class. He’s now preaching the Word, recording Christian
music. All glory to God!
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