“Where’s your motorbike?” I called out to my husband in the shower from the back door. “Under the house,” came the reply.
But it wasn’t. He’d been using the car for a few days to go to work and I’d been walking, and in our newly-wedded bliss, neither of us had paid much attention to the whereabouts of the little bike. Then the pushbike went missing, and someone tried to break into the laundry where he kept all the tools, and one night in the middle of Bible study a few doors down, he went back home randomly and found someone lurking under the house. . . .
It was soon after this that we discovered the power of praying Scripture over our lives, one in particular, and this is the prayer that we pray for our family everyday.
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