When your finish line is a condition instead of a date, quitting stops being one of your options.
Tie rest to a result instead of a clock and everything downstream reorganizes: the standard sets the intensity, the intensity decides what gets spoken, and speech that refuses to die keeps recruiting other people toward the same outcome.
God refusing silence over one city is the pattern for any stake worth holding, since love with something invested in a place cannot stay neutral about how that place is doing. Anyone who sets a stopping point by the calendar walks away in the last dark hour and never learns how close the light was.