Circle of Prayer (4/30/19)

Oh, Father Above! How great is your name and of great power! How magnificently you created all things and called all things Good! Lord, your creation brings you joy and gladness! Thank you for finding joy and gladness in us, your Day 6 creation!

Father, united in prayer, a circle of friends knit these words together for one creation specifically. I pray that you will heap these words into your cup and pour them out upon this mother and upon all mothers of the unborn. Father, creator and giver of life, I pray You will cast the heartache of abortion into the pit of hell. Free this world, this country, this city, this heart from the entanglement of this most dreadful lie.

This is our Circle of Prayer.

Oh, Dear Lord, please change ____________’s heart today! Intervene in a miraculous way! Dear Lord, bring words of life and dispel any fears that she may have. Have friends speak life and hope to her. Please protect this life and pour out your Holy Spirit! We are beseeching you for a miracle! Father, we pray hope for _________! And a supernatural sense of peace that can only come from You! Open her eyes and heart to the precious life growing inside her! Please, Jesus, move mountains in this situation! Show ____________ her options besides termination. Please sustain this life, in Jesus’ name! Lord, how I pray that this thread of prayer will pour from Your Hands upon ____________’s mind and upon ______________’s heart and into the life of this unborn child! Knit, I pray, these prayers together for your glory in the Name of Jesus Christ!!

Together we say, Amen and Amen!!

Fear’s Table

Sitting there alone as my tears washed over the kitchen floor, I knew something had to change. I was paralyzed by fear. I was overcome by left-over emotions of past realities. Realities of my dad’s death at 33; I was eight. Realities of this same dad leaving 7 years earlier; my 8-year-old self wondering if it were her fault. I was broken and bound by fear. And in this reality, I sat in my corner all alone. Wrapped in the body of my 32-year-old self, I wept the tears of fear that washed over me after my husband and son walked out the door. This was when I knew something had to change. Read more