I like to pray for my husband. So I do. He recently flew to Africa.
I tracked his flight on the computer, first over the Atlantic, then over Europe, then Egypt, then Sudan. I busied myself in the kitchen, and then, suddenly, I thought, “His plane is landing.” I prayed, “Lord, carry his plane in your hand as it lands.” I ran to the computer to see if I was right. The plane had landed zero minutes ago.
God’s Spirit is real. He told me what I wanted to know. He helped me pray.