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It was well into the 90’s, and the humidity hung on us like a wet blanket. Rachel, Frank and I were out with the Gospel on our lips. We had several good appointments, but one appointment stood out because it reminded me about the power of prayer. There was a group of 20 year olds hanging out on a corner. From a distance I saw a consistent application of red in their wardrobes and assumed we might have some Bloods. God was calling me to them, but we had to cross a busy street to get there, and I had some doubts. As I waited to cross, I prayed. We hate to admit when we doubt God, but being human, I thought this group seemed like a sure-fire ‘NO, WE ARE ALL SET!’ But, like you, I do my best to obey God, so I crossed the street and engaged, offering prayer. “Yes! My friends are traveling back down to NYC, you could pray for them!” It was a sweet young girl on the end of the cement retaining wall—as she spoke she swung her arm over to the ones who would be traveling. She had jumped in quickly, like she was grasping anything, any topic, to pray about. We are used to that—some people ask us to pray for good weather--their answer to our offer of prayer simply leads us into the conversation. We talked for 10 minutes, an impromptu church setting—me standing on the sidewalk, and them sitting on the retaining wall facing me. The “leader” of the group traveling back to NYC was handsome, fit and muscular, lots of ink, some bling, white T-shirt. He looked at me the whole time, and respectfully answered my questions and engaged. It was a seed planting moment. They all took tracks and gratefully accepted prayer. The girlfriend of the leader, took the tracks from his hands and put them in her purse. She looked up at me, patted her purse and smiled and nodded her head. When we walked away, I prayed some more and turned to Rachel and Frank. Rachel had a big smile on her face. She said, “Did you hear the girl on the end? The one who asked for prayer to begin with?” No, I said. “The whole time you were talking she was saying ‘Hallelujah!’ and ‘Amen.’ Every other sentence, she was quietly praising God that we were there proclaiming truth! That was so awesome!” Were we an answer to her prayers? I can’t know what that man and his friends were into, but what if their trip to NH turned out to be a wake-up call? What if they had already heard from the girl on the end, and then we showed up. Imagine her joy, when three strangers walk up with the truth spilling from their lips, saying all the same things she had told them. What if they were to read the tracks and realize they didn’t have all the answers they thought they had? Lord we cry out to you now—to water the seeds. Who else is praying? Could you be the answer to their prayers? Heart for God Ministries