Fervent Prayer Of A Woman Unlocks Tremendous Power

I live in a world plagued with evil and suffering. Broken lives walk around me, and I look past their hurting hearts. This is a lost world, a fallen world in need of hope, in need of light.

Last Friday, I had to recognize not only the darkness, but also my own prayerlessness.

Because this is what has been so heavy in my heart. It is that I forgot how to pray. I say I believe in the power of prayer, yet the time I spend in prayer is insignificant. How is it that I can access the Almighty God, yet instead I choose to spend my time browsing through Facebook or researching the best wedding sites?

And this is when, once more, I am confronted by my own brokenness and my own need for God—my redeemer, my comforter, my hope.

Would I be different if I devoted quality time before the throne of God each day? Absolutely.

Would our church see fruit if I prayed as fervently about our ministry as I complain about how difficult it is? Without a doubt.

Would my friends be more alert to the doings of God in their lives if I was more aware of them and myself as I recognize His voice throughout my day? Yes.

A tragedy brings us to our knees. It makes us realize how far we have moved away from the Lord and how we have allowed darkness to cover the light we are supposed to give and spread with this world.

But darkness cannot destroy light—not when Jesus has already won the battle for us. And sometimes it takes the precious and innocent blood of children to make us wake up and see the brokenness inside us and how desperately we need God to be ever-present in our lives, in our hearts, in our words and in our actions.

Because He has come so that we have life and have it to the full. And so I am ready, ready to embrace this full life He offers, and to do so I need to spend time with Him. I need to hear His voice.

So I will fall on my knees, spread out my arms and ask God to mend the broken pieces of my heart. I will ask Him to make me whole. I will beg Him to move!

The same God who parted the sea, the One who made the blind man see and the lame man walk—He can move today too. So move, Lord Jesus. Show us Your power, Your glory and Your unending love.

" Hands That Kill "

Today my heart broke as I read an article about a young woman who died over the weekend due to a botched abortion. Is that the only option she had? I wonder… Is that all we have to end up remembering her for; an abortion.She was only 20, a first year and already her life is over. So many questions ran through my mind as I read on about her.

As I continued to think about this woman I wondered how her life would have been had she survived. Would society have accepted her? Would she still be acceptable with an issue of abortion hanging over her head or would she have been forever stigmatized? It is really complicated if you think of it, her family might have disowned her and even cut of her fees as a way of punishment. Her friends might have left her feeling out-of-place and all alone. I can only imagine the gossip and rumors that would have gone around about her, besides dying physically, she could have died from the emotional trauma.

Abortion is wrong

Many times we come across a person who has done the unthinkable. Someone who has succumbed to HIV, someone who has like this woman, fallen pregnant, someone who has been caught stealing or someone who has been caught cheating in an exam and has been expelled.,the list is endless! We jump to our own conclusions about these people, quick to judge and point fingers. We enjoy taunting them and yet we are no perfect either.  We kill each other by the words we speak and the fingers we point. Slowly without us knowing we bring each other down and kill each other inside and all that remains is a shell.

    Ephesians 4:29

Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear

I’m then reminded of the Pharisees in the Bible. They were always quick and ready to point out the sins of others and yet they also held their fair share of issues. One day as Jesus wrote down their sins in the sand, none of them were to be found when Jesus was done because they couldn’t stand to see their truths, they couldn’t stand the shame.As we look at others and what they have done, let’s remember that none of us is perfect. The sad truth is that we are all sinners. The one who stole a pen is as good as the one who killed. Hence if Christ was to state all we have done to date we would all be found in the depths of sin.

Words hurt

    Let’s think before we talk,

    let’s think before we point as we might also fall prey to ridicule and shame

    Let’s be careful as we might kill each other with our words.

“Words can BREAK, words can BUILD”

If you know somebody in a situation that is despicable show them love, show them compassion and most of all may they see Christ in you. “Are you teaching the truth in love?” Show them that there is light at the end of the tunnel, that God forgives and that they can have a new start. Be a brother, be a sister. Pray for and with them, show them love. Support them, that way they may heal and be restored. Be that light that this world needs.

“You are your brother’s keeper.”

One day you may be held accountable for a life that was lost, that could have been saved by a touch of kindness.

“Be ye kind, one to another” Ephesians 4:32