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I am but a grain of sand upon the river shores of life
just another crumbled piece from my foundations stone
collectively gathered to form what we all might call
the saved soldier prayer warriors of Christ on this earth

might I construct dialog with our Father in heaven
he is the master builder of his sovereign language
some brought to us in words through holy scriptures
from his special kingdom created in the heavens

may my prayers with him in conversations of the heart
bring him glory praise love thanks remind me of his hope
as I try with sincerity knowing he is with me always
I am a child of God and Jesus Christ opened the door

Father in the name of your Son Jesus Christ
teach us all to be more humble more loving
more forgiving more kind to our neighbors
might they see the light of you in us~ Amen
 
My son in law and daughter helped me pick out new front and screen doors. They decided to save me money by installing them, instead of hiring someone. They have never done this before, but have watched videos, and read instructions. Please pray for them as this project is a tough one, but not too difficult for God! They are at the store getting some supplies they need right now...

Father in the name of your Son Jesus Christ, might you teach them the lessons of cooperation, following instructions, getting along peacefully, and building their bond of love. Might you Father guide their minds and hands to do this tough job correctly, timely, and may you surprise them with a completed job well done! I already give you the glory, and thanks for this home, these children, and these new doors.

Thank you Father in the name of your Son Jesus Christ for this body of members, soldiers, prayer warriors, that I may come to with love, when ever I need. That's huge Father. Huge. Thank you with all my heart. Amen.


I posted this in its own thread in the prayer section. It doesn't come up on the board unless logged in, so I copied it here.
 
tonight is an extreme pain night
even my jaw hurts giving me a head ache
pressure of any kind is darn annoying
my joints all feel like someone is tring to break,

me with a hammer pounding through to my skin
it feels like Im having a cavity fill
with kindling on fire within
in my back shooting down my legs with a drill,

meds my sweet azz they never work
nothing ever works
one day I will know freedom in heaven
that will be my release from going berserk,

so please knock me out with something
Ive just about had enough
there aint no rest from this crap when I have a flare up
I can only imagine how others find it rough,

in the horror show of brain functioning
as the catalyst of pain has a box of markers
coloring unbelievable depths of agony
cause Ive had some screwed up mind barkers

time to pray and try to rest some
night all
 
Feeling tolerable today, so I can force myself to move and get on with life. I Feel like my body went to war with itself, and I can sleep for days.
However its 10am and more than time for some nourishment .

Have a blessed day y'all. Hope no one has to endure the tribulation of pain today.
 
I wish I could seal away discomfort
inside a chamber where there is no light,
hidden away like a buried treasure
that no one wants to find in the dead of night,

I wish agony was never a word
and it may be removed language,
then it would never haunt my heart again
if it's not on a definition page,

I wish aches were sentenced to a prison
to serve life in a steel cell behind bars,
without guards without keys and no escape
so my body doesn't remember its scars,

I wish these bones of mine knew quiet peace
like they were silenced frozen by time's hand,
brough to a far far away unknown place
like the Antarctic kept in an ice land,

just maybe then rest might arrive for me
and this pain I now know will leave me be
 
I find it funny that its January, and everyone is complaining about the weather.
It in the middle of winter people, its suppose to be cold!
We've been blessed with unusually warm days, and lots of funshine.
Reality is kicking some of us here harder than others.
Get over it already and embrace those cute sweaters in your closet.
It will be warm again before we all can say leap year.
Till then turn up the heat, the light/gas bill will some how get paid.

A prayer is being sent up for those whom need shelter, warm clothing, and food.
For those of us that already have all of this and more, BE THANKFUL!!!
 
humans have a way of placing themselves in their own personal boxes
some like me prefer nature and solitude to the bustle of this world
or the companionship of creatures created as domestic pets
its not that they are easier to deal with by any means
they only know what ever we teach them to be right from wrong
their behavior is their nature as an animal and what they are taught

people have a choice in their vices and whether to give into them
with some its a hobby or a sport like playing golf on Sunday afternoons
maybe a car motorcycle boat or a secret fishing spot shared with no one
it could even be a dressing room filled with clothes and make up
for many its a hated job for the paycheck or a bad marriage for financial support
we never really know the good or bad that occurs behind closed doors

so before we judge that neighbor for their lawn not being mowed
the girl at the register in the grocery store for the bags under her eyes
a middle aged man who drives a beater that never quite seems to run right
those kids at your school who dont seem to want to behave for anyone
people standing on a street corner with a sign long enough for drug money
stop and ask your own self what kind of prison are you living in?


Romans 2:1 1Therefore thou art inexcusable, O man, whosoever thou art that judgest: for wherein thou judgest another, thou condemnest thyself; for thou that judgest doest the same things.
 
sitting here iis rather boring when I could be cleaning
I should be behind mess the kids left behind today
they are in Wilmington helping a friend move
Lil boo has her huge monster of a truck with lots of room

the kitchen is a human nuclear wasteland of sorts
but Im not touching a thing as I hybernate
I have a really bad cold and I would cough up
more gunk than there already is everywhere

guess its Netflix and chill for me as I cough uncontrollably
even the doggie doos are staying away from me
I guess almost choking on a piece of pita with hummus
scared them more than it did me apparently

maybe I will get tired of being in bed and drag out
a mask and gloves from my med kit as not to spread this
but for right this minute it sure feels good resting
not laying here cause I cant breathe as lean on a pillow pile
 
melancholy washes over distraught thoughts
as I hand them over to God in prayer,
for he is the mighty one whom can do anything
as the ultimate family problem slayer,
question is do most allow this intervention
or do they choose to deny what is right,
while they prefer to squabble over trivial things
in the heat of debate through the night~

I choose peace and to stay out of it, God will handle what he will.
 
I remember the old tenement buildings in Manhattan
with narrow apartments that took up entire floors
my godmother owned a building with produce stand
with her husband on the street level they ran for years
almost right across from the Port Authority
my mother lived there with them when she came

in was in the middle of winter and she did not have a coat
my Aunt Mary (her first cousin) remembers giving her one
wondering why she did not have luggage or even a blanket
it was after world war two and my mother was very lucky
to have survived after over 800,000 people in Greece were killed
everyone forgets this staggering fact because of the holocaust

my mother made it to the land of the free on an old ship
her name is in the records at Ellis island and I can feel them
I can feel them all echoing to me when Im in NYC
when they would tell me tales of the war and coming here
when they would drink Greek coffee and put the little cups
upside down onto the saucers to read each others fortune

I have a necklace given to my mother when she was pregnant
from their good friend who would become my Aunt Georgia
she was in love with my uncle George whom she met through
my mom and my aunt Mary when he was dating someone else
it says on the back "with love from Aunt Georgia"
I sit here in tears today remembering them all

my Aunt Georgia passed on yesterday as I remember her
I remember my godmother who helped many in my family
become American citizens after the horrors of the war they endured
I remember my mother and my Aunt Mary sharing their many stories
and that old tenement apartment with the bathtub in the kitchen
with the toilet in the hallway with the pull chain from the ceiling

they are all together again my godmother uncle George aunt Mary
my mother and now my aunt Georgia might they all rest in peace
the war is finally over for them all as I carry on their stories
which one day will be forgotten along with my necklace
as the internet revolves around the world day by day by day
till we all make it to heaven when it is our time...
 
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my cousin and I would marvel at the taxi cabs
the size of match box cars from way up where we were
after we climbed stair case after stair case to the top
exhausted when we finally made it into her apartment
she was his grandmother and my godmother and we loved her
almost as much as we loved each other cause we were besties

I cant recall exactly how many floor up that top apartment was
only that the building was so old there was no elevator
the old subway tiles would be back in fashion these days
that lined the hallways half way up with the cracked floors
covered with little black and white octagon pieces
that would sink and slant and curve and we knew to be careful

we would always fight for the toilet at the end of the hall
it had a window in the roof that actually would open
how I would be entertained by the thought of Santa
cause we were told stories of how he would land on the roof
and that's how he would bring presents to all the children
that lived in that building cause the fire places were too small

we did not know as children they were once used for coal
but were blocked off because they were a hazard
those buildings stood as monuments of a frozen era
complete without air conditioning and ancient steam heat
piped in from the basement into very hot very old radiators
that were once actually considered to be modern

that toilet was creepy at night because it was so dark
we were not allowed to go use it alone for fear
that someone might snatch us away before anyone knew it
life of a city kid it was drilled into our little heads
to always hold someone's hand to never cross the street
to never be alone anywhere at anytime for any reason

never talk to strangers never stand by the platform edge
people would fall onto the subway tracks or get pushed
its no wonder we had such horrid childhood night mares
our parents scared the daylights out of us to keep us safe
it worked too cause none of us ever got lost or taken
but we did hear about crazy stuff on the evening news

I wonder if my cousin remembers that gigantic bathtub
we felt like it was a swimming pool it was so large
it had a large counter type top we would help move
as tales in Greek spewed forth about how it was used for laundry
and they would hang the clothes right inside that kitchen
we played for ever in that thing it seemed plumb full of water

I still have a recipe for that home made olive oil soap she would make
my mother hated it and the way my cousin and I smelled afterwards
I guess it reminded my mom of the proverty she once had lived in
its amazing soap that can even be shaved down to use in the wash
what there is not to love about it is beyond my comprehension
Im allergic to so many things its a nice soft moisturizing soap

its a smell that reminds me of family members no longer with us
and a way to keep a piece of them alive for the next generation
might I be patient enough to share some memories and some stories
kind enough to share some recipes and love brewed with ancestry
as I try to write down what my brain chooses to babble on

this fine Saturday evening reminiscing some time away...
 
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If life successes made me appear pretentious, reaching my goals caused me to seem arrogant, or my personal achievements made me become aloof then...
heres to all my glorious messes, failures, screw ups, mistakes, blunders, flaws, over sights, and errors
for they have kept me meek, modest, ordinary, plain, frugal, and most of all humble. Pain keeps me awake, and humble; its 5am here.

Father in the name of your Son Jesus Christ let us find happiness in failure knowing the lessons learned were for YOUR glory~
Might you be the ultimate pain reliever today for those like me in need. Amen.
 
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thenami said:
If life successes made me appear pretentious, reaching my goals caused me to seem arrogant, or my personal achievements made me become aloof then...
heres to all my glorious messes, failures, screw ups, mistakes, blunders, flaws, over sights, and errors
for they have kept me meek, modest, ordinary, plain, frugal, and most of all humble. Pain keeps me awake, and humble; its 5am here.

Father in the name of your Son Jesus Christ let us find happiness in failure knowing the lessons learned were for YOUR glory~
Might you be the ultimate pain reliever today for those like me in need. Amen.
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Hello thenami;

And these things happen and this is why God knows and understands us better than we know and understand ourselves. He loves us.

Proverbs 11:2, 2 When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with the humble is wisdom.

In my personal daily walk as a believer I believe the Holy Spirit works within me so I'm always "catching myself," asking God to humble me, drawing me back, closer to Him. I'm then reminded that all my successes, goals and achievements are because of His glory.

Thank you for sharing, sister.
 
Who is to say why when or how we worship our Father in the name of his Son Jesus Christ? Who is to say where or with whom? Different members of the body of Christ respond to different messages in different places. The message delivery isn't always orthodox, nor are the meeting places of modern day soldiers/prayer warriors. Some of us have travelled places few see. Take a listen to Best Friend by Yelawolf and Eminem. It resonates deeply within a lot of saved souls. I think sometimes some forget the basic message of salvation and how forgiving Christ really is.
 
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Im watching church online through social media this morning as I am in bed. Lower back pain is uncomfortable.
However the message I am hearin this morning is this:

The law of FAITH is greater than the laws of nature/this world. Don't doubt; what's the thing you keep praying for? HE makes a way for us to make a way. Faith moves God to act on my behalf through prayers. Amen.

...and Im gonna feel better enough today to get out of this house.
 
My friend Jessie's father passed into heaven this morning at 10:15am EST. Please keep her and her family in your prayers. She has lost two daughters (one adult son is here with us), and now her dad. I have no words, only prayer, and requests for prayer. Thank you...
 
thenami said:
My friend Jessie's father passed into heaven this morning at 10:15am EST. Please keep her and her family in your prayers. She has lost two daughters (one adult son is here with us), and now her dad. I have no words, only prayer, and requests for prayer. Thank you...
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Dear thenami;

I join you in remembering Jessie and her family's loss of her Dad today, and I'll include her whole family and yourself in our prayer time at worship service this afternoon.

God's blessings and peace with you for being there for Jessie, thenami.
 
Some of us have lived a rough life, and my daughter has had more than her share. Im thankful she has a great husband and son so they can stand together through all of the tribulations life has thrown their way. My heart hurts for her (them) once again, so thank you for adding us in prayer. I will pray for you, your family and your church today.

She lost her youngest daughter to SID's at 9 months. She lost her daughter to drugs when she was driving with a friend. They were killed instantly when hit by a truck several years ago. She gets so much judgement from having ink, and riding Harley's. She's been judged harshly by people at our very own church. Yet, she remains a rock, and I am so thankful for her salvation. Some of us have been praying for years to see the soldier she has become. Even in the death of her father she shows grace, love, and peace. May she be a testament to us all.

Love to all reading, peace, hope, and blessings...
 
in the eyes of my collective wisdom what do I see?
miles of acquired knowledge travelled over me
written in my blood from my youthful days of old
with many burned pages the ash recalls the story told,
they span across the generations as only they can
seasoned well sometimes crispy from a cast iron pan,
some and eat some of these cooked letters and words
they might have set me free like God's own flying birds,

listen from a place where sparks fire with the smelt of heart
as my history removes the fragments making me pure in part,
maybe after I have digested them well I too can mend
when I give them to God with is ever listening ear to lend,
for his forgives and my own I shall receive as a treasure
knowing I have lived a live the best I can for HIS pleasure,
with his wisdom HE is the true healer of everything in this place
and the chaos mix of evil shall one day be laid into waste~
 
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