As a youngster, my mom dragged me to church, usually kicking, pouting, and full of attitude. I sat under years and years of sermons, hearing scripture after scripture being read. Week after week, month after month, year after year—it seemed like those words went in one ear and out the other. By the time I turned eighteen, I made a bold declaration to myself: I wasn’t going to church ever again.

At the time, it looked as if all the Word spoken over me had done absolutely nothing. From my perspective, it hadn’t profited me one bit. I now understand why—the Word wasn’t mixed with faith in my heart. It was planted, yes, but I wasn’t letting it take root. I closed my ears and hardened my heart. Still, that never stopped my mom. She never wavered in praying for me, speaking the Word of God over my life, and holding on to the promises of Scripture.

”……but the seed of the righteous shall be delivered.” Proverbs 11:21 (KJV)

Life went on, and I drifted farther and farther away from the things of God. I chased after what I thought was “a good time.” Party after party, night after night, I tried to fill the emptiness inside me with whatever the world had to offer. But instead of feeling alive, my choices pulled me closer to destruction. I thought if I was going to go to hell, I was going to have a good time getting there. If I’m honest, my life was looking more and more like hell on earth.

But God.

In the middle of my misery, Jesus met me right where I was—alone in my bedroom. No preacher, no choir, no altar call—just me and Him. In that moment, I heard Him ask me: “Are you ready to join My Kingdom now?”

Faith came.

It wasn’t a gradual thing. It was like the Word that had been sitting dormant inside me suddenly broke open. All those Bible stories I had heard as a child, all the verses that had been read over me, all the seeds planted in Sunday School—they came alive. I began reading the Bible, but this time it wasn’t just black words on white pages. It was living. It was breathing. It was God Himself speaking directly to me.

And that’s when I realized something powerful: God’s Word never fails.

Even when it seems like nothing is happening… even when your loved ones appear to be ignoring it… even when years go by with no visible fruit… the Word of God is still alive, still active, still working. It may take time, but His Word always accomplishes what it was sent out to do.

I am living proof.

So if you’ve been praying for your child, your spouse, your sibling, or your friend, don’t give up. Don’t let discouragement silence you. Keep standing on the promises of God, because His Word always produces fruit in the end.

“It is the same with my word. I send it out, and it always produces fruit. It will accomplish all I want it to, and it will prosper everywhere I send it.” Isaiah 55:11 NLT

 God’s Word always hits its mark.