One day , (and I do not believe that time 
           will not be a long time off) we will all finally realize and fully 
           understand what a terrific weapon of war, we have always had given to 
           us , to use against Satan and His angels.God has given this to us 
           freely, in our lifetime, as we wander this earth in our own 
           wilderness days, that one little word is "prayer."
           That word is used so carelessly and used 
           as if wishing on a star (or like good luck or something)
           it has even been made fun of, belittled by many people'
           
           But , God wishes to hear our prayers about our problems, out of our 
           own mouth to His ear. Sure He knows the problems already. He has 
           permitted them to be there to help you to grow, but He wishes to 
           communicate directly with his children.
           What if your own son or daughter or even your own hubby or wife or 
           mother or father ,' never' talk with you??? Communication is the bond 
           that tightens and grows stronger, making people bind together in the 
           glue of prayer, as does our talking with the Lord.
           
           I have prayed for so very many people and seen the mighty hand of God 
           reach down with healing touches for health, bodywise and even 
           moneywise of friends and loved ones. I have seen souls saved  
           and battles won, that there was no way on earth could have ever been 
           accomplished by man alone. Man is not made to stand alone, the God 
           part is always there to hold straight and with gentle directing and 
           tender loving care, as we take our steps through life forward, into 
           the dark unknown, of each tomorrow, 
           
           But if you will only look back over your lifetime and see and 
           remember that so very many times, He has pulled you through the 
           impossible, and made ways where none was possible before. And still 
           you are alive and you are still HIS! What a sweet realization this 
           evening. 
           
           One thing for sure is: you can not cuss someone else out and then 
           come all mealy mouthed to the lord with prayer on your lips. He will 
           turn away from sin, and you will not be heard. 
           Tell me, would you be expecting for 
           God to treat you the very same as you treat all others? Well, I have 
           news for you, your love for God is only as much as you have for the 
           least of these, in God's sight.
           Even the Lords prayer says "Forgive me 
           Lord, as I now forgive others" (in my own words, but the 23rd psalm 
           talks to you, read it for enlightenment.
           It is a wonderful thing to pray and then listen to an all hearing and 
           answering God of Gods who knows all things and loves all people, 
           equally, regardless how unlovable we may seem to be to others. 
           
           Pray for me as I strive to draw closer 
           to my Lord and I shall be in prayer for all of us. Thank you for 
           listening and for hearing me out this beautiful sunny day in 
           Tennessee.
           My God , He is a Jealous God and will 
           have none or nothing above Him in your heart. I have had a good rest 
           period and a whole lot of time to think, while laid up in the 
           hospital with the only way to look was UP (and I have done my share 
           of that, also). 
           I write this day praising God for this 
           life He has given to me to live and I do not feel cheated, or that my 
           Lord has ever let me down, because as I took stock of my living, I 
           saw it was good, and when He was not felt near to me, guess who it 
           was that had let go. It was not the father, it was the child.
           
           I thank Him for being there for me through and in and out of each 
           valley of my life.
           He has celebrated with me the good 
           times 
           cried with me the bad times, 
           held my hand in the scary times 
           always had his ear bent for receiving my cry for help for the many 
           times of love being sent to Him in praise.with songs, poetry and 
           music,
           just plain old love for Him being the creator of this old lady 
           named...
 
           
             jenny wren 
           
            
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