

I am convinced that there is mighty power in prayer.
The video interview team was bone tired when we started yesterday. Each of us had gotten roughly four hours of sleep the night before and looked like it. It didn’t look like it was going to be a good morning—especially for those of us who didn’t get our coffee.
During the car ride down to the industrial district, Aaron and Christina started sharing what they had read in their Bible’s that morning. It amounted to abiding and trusting in God, because without him, we can’t do anything. The thought was humbling in its simplicity. When did we get so complicated that we had forgotten to just pray and trust God?
Our interview with Daniel, the head of Transitional Youth was beautiful. It wasn’t because of Christina’s artistic capabilities, my interviewing skills, or the other’s videography talents. The interns and Jocelyn were back at our base, praying that God would bless our time and keep us far from distractions and detours. That’s where the peace and blessing came from; it was God.
How many God-things do we miss out on just because we haven’t prayed?