“Don’t give up, don’t give up, don’t give up!” I heard these words from an old song begin playing over and over in my head. I knew what and who had been upon my heart. The topic was about praying for those we love so much. Discouragement had tried to find its way into our daily lives when we didn’t see instant results.
I remembered a conversation I’d had the previous night. I had shared of an experience from many years before. While visiting St. Louis, I was drawn to go into an old cathedral type church. I was not a woman of faith at the time, but I sat amongst old wooden pews looking at the iconic architecture. My mind began wondering about the history of this church. Eventually I began wondering about the previous lives who’d sat in the same spot I was now in. I wondered who they were, how they lived and how they died? I wondered what and who they prayed for?
After sharing this memory, I laughed at the irony of God’s revelation. I told my friend they had probably been praying for the lost and all these years later, here I was; found in salvation because someone had prayed me into the kingdom.
“Don’t give up, don’t give up, don’t give up………..”