I drove through a cloud on my way to class last night. When I first saw it sitting on the road behind my house, I heard the Lord say, “Someone is praying for you.” As I drove through it, I could feel the embrace of God through the cry of someone who spoke my name.
Our prayers are a holy vapor, a cloud of His presence, and they linger in the air around those we’ve prayed over.
A mist of Amens surrounding our every moment.
The divine residue of our prayers greets God’s children with a kiss from Heaven as they pass through a tunnel that connects our hearts to His ear bent low.
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