I've felt like this lately. Like, I've been praying, and praying, and praying for these certain people, but they don't seem to have changed. I've been praying for them for years, and ... nothing.
Now, deep down, I know God's listening. I know He hears. Sometimes, though, doesn't it feel as if our cries are falling on deaf ears?
Then, during my family's daily devotions together, I heard a story from the Bible I didn't remember hearing before. It was in the book of 2 Chronicles, in between different accounts of the good and evil kings of Israel. It was the story of one of the kings of Israel, Manasseh, and the first part of chapter 33 is full of all the bad things he did... worship idols, sacrifice his children, put up altars to other gods in the temple of the Lord, practice witchcraft... terrible things. If he was my king during this time period, I have to admit, I'd probably be praying more for him to be dethroned than I would be for his salvation. Manasseh'd probably the last person I'd think who could ever change.
But then something amazing happened. God used an Assyrian invasion and time spent in captivity to turn Manasseh's heart to Him. Eventually, Manasseh was able to go back to his home country, a king once again. However, he wasn't the same king who'd left. This time, Manasseh was a different ruler. According to the Bible, "
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