After praying for my lost father for over 27 years he was saved in my living room one week before he died. My church always had a summer week of revival the third week in August.(Whether we needed it or not"lol.) But this year the evangelist could only come the second week of August so my dad was able to attend the revival with me the entire week. Praise the Lord! Then the following Monday he lay corpse in my living room in the same spot where he'd received Eternal life only one week earlier. I thought "God has answered my prayers". But, when my Aunt came in to view my dad's body she said "His mother's prayers have been answered. Before she died she told me she was leaving me to pray for her sons."
We may quit praying but our prayers never die. Burma