2 Time 1.7
"God did not give us a spirit that makes us afraid but a spirit of power and love and self-control".
Oh, Lord..... thank you for yesterday and the therapy where YOU confirmed many thoughts and feelings through our counselor but thank you for letting it be for me. Lord, YOU know I want YOU to shine at all times, but I am a work in progress and I need help too. Thank you for another healing in certain areas and personal parts that only YOU and I know needed healing. And now Lord, help me to live in that healing and not allow the Enemy to steal my joy. Lord, you are an amazing Father......tremendous.
Lord, you did not give me a spirit that makes me afraid ....that is the Enemy. Lord, the counselor asked me to begin to work on this fear of some things that are still invading my head. Lord, I love my parents and have NO regrets of how I was raised but wow..how our childhood does effect how we look at things, how we think, and how we feel. But, Lord, YOU knew that. Thank you. Lord, help me now, as I said to live without that fear. Lord, with this will come a feeling of power and self-control. Lord, hold my tongue when it needs to be held, have me speak when I need to speak and help me begin this 'dance' of communication with my husband that our counselor speaks about. But Lord, I also want that 'dance' with the ladies you bring into my path, with the young women who ask things of me...and with my children. Lord, I want to be led by you and be so full of you..that you lead out always. Always.
Lord, I also remember a sweet lady's husband today, healing from a stroke, Lord, touch. I also remember a sweet lady who is grieving...comfort.....and I have may more requests...that you know of, I lay them at your feet. Lord, I trust you. And I will end with some praises.....Lord, I praise you for my church and its family. Lord, I praise you for answered prayer, for the smile on my face, for my sweet friends I have and for the love I have been shown - daily - since..I was born. Lord, for healing. Lord I praise you for loving me enough to wait -- 44 years until I finally understood that I loved you -- first. Period. Lord, thanks. Amen.
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