imagination

Not long ago, I attended a retreat at which a college student, freshly discovering his call to an intercessory prayer ministry, spent hours every night praying by name for everyone on the retreat. The last morning when I ran into him, he said, "Sue! As I was praying for you, I received a word from the Lord for you."

Uh-oh. I'd heard this before. And every time I had taken it to the Lord, asking if there were anything to it, the answer was no.

Imagine with me if you will the new earth.

Picture lush gardens amid the most beautiful architecture. Ivy and morning glories wrap around chiseled, stone walls. Silver and glass walls glisten in the light and reflect the surrounding trees. Rose bushes, sans thorns of course, border a bamboo hut.

Picture flowing streams of water and juicy mangoes ripening on the trees.