Little prayer answers keep me going.
In 1987 I travelled to visit military friends in Hong Kong. I arrived very late on the Saturday night. I really wanted to go to the church on the Sunday, but my hosts were not church goers, and I didn’t know the time of the service.
As I was eating breakfast, quite early, there was the sound of singing and as I looked out of the window, Brownies and Guides were marching to church and singing as they did so. I quickly left the house and followed them – for what turned out to be a special service, earlier than normal.
God talks to us all the time if we listen.
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