Just a reminder , even though her post is just below this one -- Vicki's Sister is in need of help - for Christians to "happen" to come across her path, to help . We believe by prayer, not that our faith is in our praying or in our faith , BUT IN PRAYING TO THE ONE WHO SITS BY THE THRONE , INTERCEEDING ON OUR BEHALF, and the faith that moves is the faith in THE GOD OF THE BIBLE . So its not in ourselves that we have faith or in our "much" praying but TO WHOM AND IN WHOM we have to do . Claire said it well when she said we believe in GOD-INCIDENCES --- I call them God things --- Good stuff -- TAKE HEART VICKI , God will hear --
Vicki, once back in the 70's my brother Jim was in very serious trouble, he was very close to coming to a disastrous end. He called me, I was in anguish of soul for I was in N.H. and he was in Fl.. I went to a church with a friend, it was a wed nite prayer service and I quietly poured out my heart to God, no one knew the reason I had gone to the altar rail to pray. Friday came around and Jim was transfered away from very real danger, DIRECT ANSWER TO PRAYER - Vicki, his life was at risk , GOD will look upon your sister , He is doing it right now !
passing-thru
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Can a Pal please post this? And also use the enter key to keep the spaces between paragraphs? Thank you :)
Hello, Pals!
I'm back from a little break yesterday...although I did read posts/comments at one point, but had no time to comment myself. Tonight I was working on a job a friend asked me to do for his evangelistic outreach to our Jewish neighbors (this friend is Jewish, too, but believes Jesus is the Messiah). Please pray that his gift pacakges for Rosh Hashanah will encourage our neighbors to seek God, and know Yeshua Ha'Mashiach (Jesus Christ).
Thank you for all you prayers for my dad and his foot. I feel so mad with his swollen foot sometimes. My dear dad, why does he have to suffer all day, all night, as he waits until he gets the results from the tests/xrays in October?! Not that I'm questioning God, I just hate to see my dad in this state, and not able to help him. He's going out of town next Monday (early) through Thursday (late--midnight), and I pray he will be okay while he is gone.
The night before last I had a dream that I went by my neighbors' place, and her (former) husband was sitting at the table outside with her, and their children. I was so shocked, in the dream, I didn't know what to say, and I was so happy. Alas, I awoke, and it was but a dream. Yesterday afternoon, I had a bag of stuff to drop by, and went to the bck screen door-- we always do in the summer. I heard angry voices, crying, yelling...I thought, "What am I to do? Leave and go to the front door? They will see me leave and be embaressed." So I stood there, and rapped hardly on the door, hoping they would hear me from wherever they were. At she and her mom cme into the kitchen, and there I was standing at the door. Her mom gave her one parting shot that she made it worse, and it was her fault, and then told me to come in. I had barely entered, when she left, leaving me with his sniffling daughter. I walked up to her, her hand wiping tears, her eyes red and swollen, and said, "here's a bag for you..." {sniffle, sniffle} "Thanks." I could not bear it any longer. I was going to wrap my arms around her. We are 12 years apart, but most days I think I am onl 2 years younger than her,and we are SO VERY similiar. "Do you need a hug?" I asked. "No," she decidedly answered. "Are you sure?" I said, sorry I had asked instead of just doing it. "Yes, I'm sure." {sniffle, sniffle}. I thought, You are so stubborn you know you'd like nothing better, and you are so much like me, so don't pretend I don't know or understand. I walked out upset and sad, and I felt like crying. So, today my sister and I picked her up some flowers at the florist on our walk, my sister cleverly dropped them off without her seeing, and she has no idea where they came from, so I hope she doesn't ask. No one else in my family knows, so they can honestly answer that the don't know a thing about the flowers! Oh, that she would fine peace with Jesus, and that her husband would come back...I can't imagine another winter without him on our rink with us, or another day without his cheery whistle that brightened days more than sunshine could ever. Come home soon, Mr. R., come home soon.
God bless you all,
Lil Pilgrim Pal
Passing-thru Bob, thank you for this post. That's AWESOME about your brother Jim. THANK YOU for sharing this!!
Heb, you're a blessing to Pals!
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