Once upon a time, a long time ago, on a tiny island far, far, away there were two little old ladies; sisters. They had loved going to church. They smiled when they remembered how every person in town would fill the pews while music and laughter danced off the walls and, at least for the day, they all were friends.

But that was no longer the case. The old ladies were in their eighties. One was blind, the other, cripple. They couldn’t get out on their own anymore and when they heard that their childhood church was almost silent and the pews all but empty, it broke their hearts.

But these two ladies were warriors. They couldn’t go, they couldn’t preach, they couldn’t sing, but they could pray. So, pray they did.

Twice a week they’d get on their knees at around ten o’clock in the evening and remained there in prayer until about three or four in the morning.

They prayed for the people of their tiny isle to develop a hunger, a thirst for God. They believed, they truly believed, God would quench that thirst. They held onto a scripture from Isaiah 44:3.

"I will pour water on him that is thirsty and floods upon the dry ground."

They prayed and prayed, earnestly and fervently.

Just as a sweet aroma drifting from the kitchen can make the mouth water and stomach growl; so are the prayers of saints to their Savior.

The old sisters prayed. The Lord heard. Little by little folks joined in. Some met in the house; others met in a barn.

One night as they prayed from inside the barn, a young man read from the twenty-fourth Psalm:

“Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord? Or who shall stand in His holy place? He that hath clean hands and a pure heart…”

Then he said that all this praying was a waste of time, unless their hearts were pure. He looked toward heaven and cried, “Oh God, are my hands clean? Is my heart pure?” With that he fell to the floor. Like sunlight bursting through the window after a cold, dark, night, God’s presence filled the place, met the hunger, quenched the thirst; His overwhelming goodness led everyone in that old barn to a profound, life changing repentance.

The two little old lady prayer warriors had a nephew in the barn that night. Their prayers were answered when he caught the same fervent passion. He was just a lad, but the presence of God was so evident in him that the preachers began to rely on him, call on him to assist in meetings, to lead in prayer.

One time when asked to pray, the lad simply folded his hands, bowed his head, and uttered one word, “Father…” The whole place filled with the presence of the Almighty; the entire congregation began to weep.

Again, on another occasion the atmosphere became so dark, so heavy, so bleak, the preacher couldn’t continue to speak. He managed to ask the young man if he would pray. The lad stood, bowed his head and began to pray. He made reference to a scripture he’d read that morning out of the Bible, from Revelation chapter four, about the Lamb before the Throne and then he said, “Oh God, there is power there, let it loose!” With that the force of God’s presence filled the place to such a degree, folks fell to the floor, no one could stand…just as described many times in the Bible.

God was more than faithful to answer the call of the little old ladies. He not only showed up at their door and in their humble cottage, but His presence continued to grow and glow throughout the entire island.

The little old ladies, stayed the course, continued to pray and read their Bible. Little did they know, just how far their prayers would go.

Mary Anne, a niece to the old ladies and a cousin to the lad, moved far from the little island; to a place where she could, chase the American dream.

The sisters prayed for their niece so far away in this strange, big place called America. They wanted her to do well, to succeed; most of all that the Lord would have His hand upon her. As a token of their love and prayer they sent a Bible that was used as a powerful tool during the wonderful revival.

Mary Anne made a life in America. She fell in love and got married. They had five children. Unfortunately, her oldest son passed away at only 43. She named her second son after her cousin, the young lad, used by God so mighty in prayer.

Today, somehow, through all the years, over all the miles, from that land so far, far away, that Bible from those two little old praying ladies, found it’s way all the way into the Oval Office of the White House, next to Mary Anne’s second son, our dear, President of the United States, Donald J. Trump.