I’ve needed people to pray for me when I was to weak to crawl to the altar, or to get up out of my seat.
I’ve had people praying for me when I wanted help and when I didn’t, when my heart was calloused and church? I wanted nothing in it.
But those same people were praying for me when the hardness of my heart started to melt away when I wanted it to and when I didn’t. Most of the time trying to do stuff to prevent it.
Those people prayed me out of the dark place, and I started to want to come back without doing anything. I wasn’t praying. What I was doing was thinking about doing anything but staying.
Those people sheltered me under the wings of their prayers, when I was oblivious to where they were taking me until I ended up in front of Jesus and I saw a reason to stay there.
Keep praying for those hard souls, that lost cause. They might not want to come back but I can testify that it’s not holding God back. The hardness? God can go right through that. They don't really have to do anything for the love of God to bring them back.
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