That's a prayer of a mother who knew exactly Who to trust with what mattered most. Hedge them with Your Almighty Protection. Not "keep them safe from everything"—because life still brings its storms. But hedge them. Surround them. Guard them. Let Your presence be the fence around their lives, even when they wander, even when they don't know they need it. And now? Almost 30. Still standing. Still living. Still breathing the breath He gave. Not because life was easy. But because the same God who heard your prayer then has been faithful ever since. That's not luck. That's not coincidence. That's a God who keeps His word—not just for a season, but across decades, across wandering, across everything the enemy tried to use to break what you placed in His hands. Thank you for this. For the reminder that prayers spoken in delivery rooms don't expire. That God doesn't forget what we placed at His feet. And that the same children we once held in trembling arms are now walking testimonies that He remains true to His word. Ty God, indeed. 🙏