I was stopped in the street yesterday by a lady who said "I am still walking. "
I did not recognise her face and she said, "You prayed for me at that bus stop over there when my legs were really bad two months ago."
I clearly remembered the incident but not so much what she looked like. It is the first time I have ever prayed for someone in the street - and I did not even ask her permission.
I rejoice! - I stepped out in faith (for once) and God responded mightily.
Praise His name.
