Day 137 Prayer Request

Please pray for me to see God in all the details.

Annette (Momma to many)

His whisper...

"Then He said, 'Go out, and stand on the mountain before the LORD.'  And behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind tore into the mountains and broke the rocks in pieces before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind;and after the wind a earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake; and after the earthquake a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire; and after the fire a still small voice."

1 Kings 19:11-12

 

Are you listening? 

 

Can you hear His still small voice?

 

Sister, He is whispering love all over you! 

 

 

He loves you. (Isaiah 43:4)

 

He will provide for you. (Isaiah 43:2)

 

You belong; you are His. (Isaiah 43:1)

 

 

He is calling you today to sit still before Him. 

 

Drink deeply of the cup He willing placed before you.  It is all yours.  His precious love gift to you. 

 

 

He gives much love. 

 

Hearts within hearts.  

 

Day 136 Prayer Request

Please pray for open lines of communication.

Annette (Momma to many)

Day 135 Prayer Request

Please pray for a hurting momma to know God loves her and has a special plan for her.

Mandi (Momma to 4)

Day 134 Prayer Request

Please pray for our son and daughter as they face the past.  Please pray they can learn forgiveness.

Ann (Momma to 6)

The Jungle

You and I, we are tangled messes.  Just like that flower bed out front.  Time slipped by silently, and we didn't notice those sneaky bindweeds as they began to twine, slowly weighing down the pretty.

I'm almost sure we saw hints of the trouble.  In fact, I think we even discussed a plan of attack, a few months back.  But, in the hustle and bustle, we just kept living our lives, clinging to our schedule, keeping up with the world. 

Maybe we hoped in denial the vines might vanish away. 

But, before we knew it, we found ourselves all bound up.

Those vines had squeezed all the hope right out of us.

And I'm afraid we're both going to have to cry out for help. 

Because, I just can't reach you through my ropes. 

And, you just can't see me through your binds.

And the baggage we both carry is destined to crush us with the first tickle of white frost.

The light breeze is blowing winter our way.

The leaves are floating off the maple, blanketing the green.  Some are even catching the wind right over to our bed, threatening to further bury the mess we are.

I am beginning to understand Jesus' precious words to Martha in her deep sorrow of loss. (John 11:17-27).  Sometimes death is the only answer to discover true life.

What dreams am I willing to let die? 

What past trauma are you willing to surrender?

What blame are we both willing to forgive? (John 11:21; John 11:32)

"For My thoughts are not your thoughts,

Nor are your ways My ways," says the LORD.

"For as the heavens are higher than the earth,

So are My ways higher than your ways,

And My thoughts than your thoughts."

Isaiah 55:8-9

Are we both willing to lay down our fight, let our faith become our arms reaching high in submission to the only One who can really give life?

In total surrender and unwavering belief, we just might regain our hope.

Because right among us, even in the last chilly days of October, the yellow poppies are still blooming in this jungle.



He is near to us. 

Day 133 Prayer Request

Please pray for me to open my eyes to His plan for her.

Reagan (Momma to 4)