An old lady opened her atlas and began praying for a city not far from Tehran. Years later, an Iranian came to her church. After the service, she dashed over to him. “Where are you from in Iran?” she asked.
He replied, “You won’t have heard of it; it is an insignificant city,” but shared the name of the town.
“I’ve been praying for this city for thirty-four years!” she blurted out through tears.
“Thirty-four years?” the Iranian brother asked incredulously. “I got saved thirty-four years ago and now lead four hundred believers in the city.”
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