The earliest prayer I remember having answered was in 2nd grade when I dropped my Bible in the swimming pool. I went to a Christian school where we used our Bibles everyday, and I had to use my water damaged Bible with the colorful highlighter ink running through most of the pages. (Ben Beber offered to pay me $5 for my rainbow-colored Bible, but my mom wouldn't let me sell it.)

So I really wanted a new Bible--a Precious Moments Bible, to be exact. I prayed for one every day during prayer requests at school. Then one day my teacher called me up to her desk. She had found a Precious Moments Bible in the church lost and found, and after nobody claimed it, she asked the pastor if she could give it to me. The amazing this is this: The Bible was still in its box. It was brand new! I have the Bible to this day, and I have no doubt that it was a gift from God.

I have many more stories of answered prayer, but I think I'll just share a poem I wrote instead.

PROCLAIM

It's a still small voice.
It's intimacy and love.
It's quiet time alone
With my Father up above.

It's easy to forget.
I get distracted by my day.
So God lets me stumble—
Reminding me to pray.

In Jesus name, in Jesus name,
Victory I proclaim.
In Jesus name, in Jesus name,
Victory I proclaim.

Opening up to others.
Gathered two or three.
Laying hands or holding hands
In boldness we believe.

In Jesus name, in Jesus name,
Victory we proclaim.
In Jesus name, in Jesus name,
Victory we proclaim.

You are a mighty warrior.
Pick up your sword and fight.
In the power of Jesus name
Let out a battle cry.

In Jesus name, in Jesus name,
Victory you proclaim.
In Jesus name, in Jesus name,
Victory you proclaim.