In a couple of months time, it will be thirty years since I first turned to Jesus. I had a conversation last night in which one of the prayers I have prayed for the best part of thirty years was answered.
I guess maybe it has probably always been answered, but last night I heard it with my own ears. Sometimes you miss these things, sometimes you don't see what's there, and sometimes it just takes a while for the answers to come.
Glory. Now I am asking for more of the same. For more of the same.