It’s a Privilege to Pray

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God sits on His throne in His temple. Jesus sits beside Him, vigorously pleading for those He loves. For us. The Holy Spirit is there too. On our behalf He utters groans that words cannot express. And then there’s us. Sitting here, yet welcomed into the presence of this Almighty God (Psalm 11:4, Psalm 18:6, Jeremiah 50:34, Hebrews 7:24-25, Romans 8:26-27).


–He invites us to come with confidence (Hebrews 4:16).


–He tells us our prayers are powerful and effective (James 5:16).


–He says pray about anything and everything. When we do He gives us His peace (Philippians 4:5-6).


–He tells us that faith the size of a mustard seed can say to a mountain, –“Move!” and it will move (Matthew 17:20).


–God says He loves us more than we can know and that He is able and willing to do more than we ask or imagine. (Ephesians 3:18-20)


It’s a privilege to pray.

When Walking Through the Valley of the Shadow of Death

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If you are saved* you do not need to be afraid to die.

Walking through the valley of the shadow of death with the Good Shepherd is part of everyone’s life journey. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me (Psalm 23:4).

*For by grace you have been saved, through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is a gift of God (Ephesians 2:8).

A Grandmother’s Joy

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Mine.

God has given me ten grandchildren;
six granddaughters and four grandsons
I love them so.

Each one a priceless treasure
A blessing, a gift
I am grateful.

My greatest hope
And constant prayer

Is for all my grandchildren
To know unending, steadfast, perfect love.

God’s.

We are eagerly awaiting the birth of our eleventh grandchild sometime this fall.

A Grandmother’s Grief

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Mine.

Seven times I’ve heard
I’m bleeding or
I think I’m having a miscarriage or
The baby has no heart beat.

Each life its own story.

The suffering, now a familiar acquaintance
Doesn’t get easier
The agony of grief goes deep
For my daughters
And their husbands
For my grandchildren.

But God was with each one
His eyes watching
Each life’s beginning
And end.

Jesus has said,
“Let the children come to me”
And so they have gone
To be held in arms of love.

God’s.

This post is longer and different than usual. I hope it encourages you to pray through your grief. God is with you. God is love.