Saturday night I went to bed and forgot to turn my phone off.When I picked it up Sunday morning I noticed three text messages and started to read them. They were really one message. One very long message - a late-night prayer request which had been sent by a friend. As I stood there reading, I was feeling sorry that I hadn't seen the request Saturday night when my friend was experiencing her deep need. Though I know God is not bound by time, and my prayers for her Sunday morning would still be heard. But just about the same time I had that thought, Elizabeth said something which made me smile. She'd heard three text messages come in Saturday night and wondered if it may be some sort of emergency. So she picked up my phone and read the messages. And she - my dear daughter, who didn't even know the woman sending the text - paused to pray. Because she knew God was listening, and He could do something about this woman's need. What a delight to know my daughter is willing to stand-in and pray when I cannot. I love her!