My only son found himself fighting in a foreign land as an Airborne, Sniper, and Infantryman. I prayed daily asking our LORD to protect him and his fellow soldiers.
One morning the Holy Spirit prompted me to stop and pray. I obeyed and prayed earnestly for my son. It was not unusual for me to pray for him; however, being prompted by the Spirit was distinctive! My spirit was grieved and I prayed throughout the day and evening.
A year later with my son home and safe, he shared an incident when the hummer he was riding in rolled over an explosive device. The hummer was destroyed, but the men inside survived with only a hurt ankle between them! This happened in the same time frame that I had been prompted to pray.