I grew up in a little church. It is where I learned about Jesus, that He died for me, and that He loves me. This is where I learned to pray; this is where I saw the power of prayer at work. This is where I sat every Sunday in the pew next to my grandmother; this is where I was confirmed and where I learned to sing harmony with my family. This is where I was married and where I fell in love with my church community.
Today, my prayer warriors gathered and had a special prayer for me for complete healing from cancer. Unfortunately, I was unable to go due to my compromised immune system; I have to be careful in crowds at the moment. My son is getting married in twenty days, and my goal since day one of this cancer diagnosis has been to be in the front row and be a witness at my son’s wedding. I will be there.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart to all prayer warriors. They are angels, and they never stop praying. The power of prayer is strong and mighty. Prayer works, miracles happen.
MY FATHER AND MY CHURCH COMMUNITY.