On a college campus, revival didn’t begin with a stadium event, a famous speaker, or a carefully orchestrated strategy. It began quietly...with prayer.
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"My 5 Year old was melting down. My newborn SCREAMING, my two year old crying she was hungry, and my oldest desperately trying to help. I was bawling and felt like the worst Mom ever."
"As I sit here writing this with my green painted fingernails, alive and well, I can't help but cry for the moments when I thought I wouldn't make it."