One of my favorite books on prayer, Quiet Talks on Prayer, relates a story from DL Moody’s evangelistic ministry. The story hinged on one woman’s prayers during a season of sickness. Homebound and heartsick, she found instead a greater calling to a deeper prayer time. She spent time in prayer for her church, for the services, and for salvation of the lost souls in her community. She read a story in a journal, sometime into her new season of life, about Mr. Moody and the work he was doing in the United States. Her prayer became an almost daily petition. For more than year, she prayed that he would come to London and preach in their church. Yet during all this time she had no sign that her prayers would be answered. No encouragement. No confirmation. Nothing.
This is an except of a post I have up at Woman to Woman today - you can read the rest here...