He is so delighted when we approach His throne with prayer. He loves to be remembered as the One who can heal all, cure all and fix all.

It was the afternoon in the city of Orlando, Florida. Amid the hustle and bustle, the cafe next door to a strip mall played popular music out loud. Children and families with familiar cartoon characters on their shirts and hats walked past; vacationers took pictures of the palm trees and the ducks passing by, shouting, "Look! Florida ducks!

God, I need your help. Work Your wonders. Your Power is needed at this time. You're the only One who can help us. Come, Lord!

This is an assignment I'm always happy to be on, helping a hurting world through the power of prayer.

Thaddeus noticed the archangels had their own personal rooms with name tags showing which office belongs to whom. Gabriel. Michael. Charles. Lucifer.“Lucifer?” Thaddeus stopped. “Yea. It’s empty. Been empty for years.” “Why didn’t doesn’t God use it for something else?” Thaddeus had to know. “I don’t know. Maybe He wanted to keep it as a reminder or something. Maybe He’s hoping His old friend will come back home. I’m not sure,” Jesus answered with a sad look on His face.