I requested prayer last Wednesday for my daughter-in-law's biopsy. Praise God it's benign. I was ministering to my son and he agreed that we all need Jesus.
After asking for prayer for my son, he asked us to fly him home. He's been homeless in Los Angeles. He humbled himself. God is at work.
I received airlines tickets. Praise God.
Thank You, God. Last night, after a friendly apologetics about Islam and Christianity, the manager at Subway accepted the TSC Bengali invite card.
Our Savior healed me from shingles. It was quick and not painful. I also have peace at work.
I want to say thank you all for all the prayers. It has meant more then you will ever know.