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“The mill wheel wouldn't turn until the spring, We need your prayer to withstand the looming crisis.” Though I haven’t experienced yet a wintery chill in our tropical land This report of our foreign missionary struck my heart. Accordingly, crucial for the residents’ triumph over winter’s affliction The mill wheel is landmark of God’s presence; blessings’ source Warmth-provider, service force-power, diligence-propeller Nourishing bodies, nurturing souls, nestling-hope of spirits. Soon whispers ran through the town from door to door Conveying mill wheel’s need to rest midst cold season’s challenge. With undaunted zeal, the folks with their faith asked for divine fire In their revival meeting, they trusted the Sovereign life-mill wheel Driver! Then the reaching-out fiery supplications kept on spreading Kindling sympathizers’ compassion; burning scornful doubts Thawing frozen apathy… bringing good tidings… “Ice melts, revealing secrets- wheel creaks.” Rejoicing for such great news, the prayer warriors thanked the Lord Among them was my church family that huddled in the altar To uphold brethren* – even so many miles away – in difficult times Showing prayer-might around God’s love-cord!
*2Thessalonians 3:1 Finally, brethren, pray for us, that the word of the Lord may have free course, and be glorified, even as it is with you. July 3, 2018

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Date: 7/3/2018 8:18:00 AM
Beata.. love your spiritually fortified words!!
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