As a Missionary to Mexico, I went to the March for Christ that is held there. It was late till we headed for home and I had people in the van with me to take home. A heavy, foggy mist had moved in and they were afraid because of the danger it posed on the already treacherous mountain road. I told them to sing and peace came over everyone. When I dropped them off and needed to go back and get more to take home, they were afraid for me. I told them to pray for a wind. God heard them and the fog was blown away. It was the first time they had seen God answer them that way.
~ Mary M.