Heaven holds answers I cannot find while I hold prayers in the palm of my hand. And as I search the velvet canvas called night I wonder how Abraham felt when he stood under the same sky, counting the same stars...waiting on a promise.
As I hold these prayers in my hand, I remember the faith I hold in my heart. And I decide to keep praying no matter how heaven answers.
"By faith Abraham, even though he was past age-and Sarah herself was barren-was enabled to become a father because he considered him faithful who had made the promise. And so from this one man, and he as good as dead, came descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and as countless as the sand on the seashore." -Hebrews 11:11,12
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