“Lord, some things look pretty impossible from where we stand right now.
So that’s what we do: we pray for the impossible things, the improbable, implausible, impractical things.
We don’t just pray for the possible — because ours is the God who whispers: “With Me nothing, Nothing, NOTHING is impossible.” 

You are the God who makes the ridiculously impossible into the miraculously possible, the unbelievable into the you-better-believe-it, the never into the now. 
We are the people who pray it tonight: BUT GOD. We pray the impossible prayers — because as long we are with You, *nothing is impossible*” (Ann Voskamp, #HonestPrayers).

I have a friend who is walking through the dark valley of cancer right now, facing a scary surgery in a couple of weeks.

I have another friends who have some concerns about their unborn baby after the latest ultrasound.

I know a couple in my church who are friends with my parents who are watching as their own daughter is in hospice with failing health.

I also have a God who specializes in turning the ridiculously impossible into the miraculously possible. He’s the God for whom what seems impossible to us isn’t even remotely difficult for Him.

That’s the God who hears my prayers tonight and will show up mightily in all these circumstances. This is the God Incarnate who knows the way out of the tomb, over whom death has no power at all.

This is where my hope lies tonight.