The dying prophet

She gazed outside from her kitchen window. Today she had uplifted three people, and prayed with two of them as she assured them of their future.

She reminded them of God’s goodness and His purposes for their lives. She prophesied to one of them, feeling the Fathers heart beating so heavily for them.

Now she sat by her sofa, holding back tears.

“Is everybody else meant to live but me?”

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