The walls that have scarcely begun to be attacked aren’t holding up very well any more. My hands haven’t even touch the edges of those walls either, but the power of One that is invisible is moving the immovable.
Light is dawning; a heart is opening.
The soul that it seemed perhaps even the most experienced couldn't touch is being changed by the hands of an unseen God.
I’ve never spent so much time on my knees before because I have never before longed to be in His presence more than anywhere else. There is simply nothing more wonderful that giving God’s promises back to Him and watching Him carry them out.