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I am with you there. I was reading todays entry from my desktop perpetual calender on Prayer.
To say prayers in a decent, delicate way is not heavy work. But to pray really, to pray till hell feels the ponderous stroke, to pray till the iron gates of difficulty are opened, till the mountains of obstacles are removed, till the mists are exhaled and the clouds are lifted, and the sunshine of a cloudless day brightens - this is hard work, but it is God's work and man's best labor. -E.M. Bounds
I sat there thinking, chills running wild all over me, that is it! We must strive to pray in such a way that mountians move! That hell knows we are fighting the good fight. But, then that little voice inside me says...that could never happen.
But oh yes it can. It is hard to imagine moving mountains and lifting clouds, but I know that though our God we can...and will.

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