When I was young, I use to have horrible night terrors. When I would wake up, I would be so frozen in fear I couldn’t move (not even to tell my parents). My older sister gave me her radio she didn’t use anymore which I placed next to my bed. One night after waking up from a nightmare I decided to try turning on the radio to Life 102.5. It gave me such comfort to hear familiar voices (our family listened to the station all the time) and realize God is with me and others were praising God to the same song I was listening to. Every time I woke up from a night terror, I would turn on Life 102.5 and feel God’s presence.
What if we dared to believe that Jesus is still tending to broken hearts and lives? What if we dared to believe that miracles still happen in our day?