I’m sitting in my house with about 250 people surrounding it. People have walked around it like it was Jericho. Others have laid hands on it. Some have gathered in small groups with heads bowed. Others have walked back and forth. People have written from England, Florida, Hong Kong, India, Michigan, Burundi, California, Oregon, Texas, Taiwan and too many places to mention to let us know that at this same time, they have joined those around our house to pray. It has been the sweetest sounding concert I have ever heard. I am grateful for people who believe and pray. I am grateful for a God who hears and answers. I am grateful for a son who thrills at the sight and sound.
During this marvelous prayer time for Mitch, he prayed, "Lord, please spread your healing touch beyond me to those who need your healing among those who are praying right now." I am grateful.