Bowed heads, closed eyes, and folded hands. This is what prayer used to mean to me. But after a week in Guatemala, I’ve seen the power of prayer firsthand. We’ve prayed out loud in the middle of the street while laying hands on each other, believing in what the name of Jesus can do. We’ve prayed for protection and healing, perseverance and confidence. But prayer isn’t just about asking God to provide, it’s also about listening to what He has to say. It’s a conversation. Jesus spoke to Moses through a burning bush, and he spoke to us in a coffee shop and...
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