August 29, 2008
PRAYER FOR OUR COUNTRY
Dear Heavenly Father,
Your children live in perilous times. The United States and indeed our world are being buffeted by war, terrorism, economic and food crises, crushing poverty, human rights abuses, and natural disasters of Biblical proportions.
Many in our nation have flouted your laws, Father. Sexual promiscuity, abortion, divorce, and pornography are rampant. The institution of marriage is under assault; unprecedented numbers of children are being raised in broken homes. The media promotes a culture of self-gratification. Prisons are full. Violent crime plagues our cities and towns. Church attendance has fallen dramatically from participation in prior decades. The Church herself is under virulent attack by those who would have us deny your very existence, oh God.
Heavenly Father, despite the lack of faith, humility, love and obedience to you of many in our country, we your humble servants fervently pray for your continued patience with our society and, as undeserving as we are, we ask that you continue to bestow your blessings upon our nation.
We ask for you to bring forth leaders at the national, state and local levels who will put God and country before self. Leaders who, if called upon, will sacrifice their own welfare for that of the nation. Politicians who care more about the good of the nation than their own careers. Give us leaders who are men and women of integrity, who will stick to their principles and deliver on their promises. Men and women who truly will promote a culture of life, adhering to Jeremiah 1:5….“Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee.” Men and women who will demonstrate compassion for those in need….“He who is kind to the poor lends to the Lord and He will reward him for what he has done.” (Proverbs 19:17). We pray for leaders who truly will be accountable to you and the nation, remembering that “every one of us shall give account of himself to God” (Romans 14:12).
Heavenly Father, we lift up to you our intention to be accountable to our families, our communities, and most of all to you, Almighty God. Give us the strength to do your will. You have given us the necessary guidance and direction through holy scripture. We strive to affirm that “we are taking pains to do what is right, not only in the eyes of the Lord, but also in the eyes of men” and women. (2 Corinthians 8:21).
In the name of Jesus, Amen!
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GOD'S TINY MIRACLES
· An 11 year-old hears a voice while drowning and saves himself.
· A young man runs out of money while moving home, funds come from a surprising source.
· A mother is visited by her son who has passed on and who does not come alone.
· A man offers kindness to another and discovers he has a guardian angel.
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MOTHER'S PRAYERS
A mother's prayers at Christmas bring a visitation of Heaven's Love and the softening of hearts.
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True stories
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Good-bye
My Friend.
As a teenager, LeAnne was my best
friend. I thought of her like a sister.
She had a beautiful and loving baby daughter,
Hope. I spent every waking moment possible
with LeAnne and Hope. But about two months
before LeAnne passed away, she and I had
a falling out. We said hurtful things
to each other and ended our friendship.
I wanted to make up with LeAnne and decided
I would call her on Hope's first birthday,
thinking LeAnne would be in a good mood
and let me apologize. I never got to make
that phone call......
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 “I also understood the importance of thanking God for the things we receive.
Gratitude is an eternal virtue.
In humility we must ask, and in gratitude we should receive.
The more we thank God for the blessings we receive, the more we open the way for further blessings.
His desire to bless us is full to overflowing.
If we will open our hearts and minds to receive his blessings, we too will be filled to overflowing.
We will know that he lives.
We may became like the angels themselves, helping others who are in need.
In prayer and service our lights will always shine.
Service is the oil to our lamps generated by compassion and love.”
Embraced By The Light , p. 107
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Dear
Betty,
I am reading your book, "Embraced By
The Light," and am shouting from the
rooftops right now. When I read of the
monks in your hospital room, I nearly
jumped out of my skin because the same
thing happened to me in January, 2000,
when my appendix ruptured. After surgery,
I woke up in my hospital bed and saw
my husband sitting nearby. Then at the
foot of the bed, I saw three people
standing there. They looked just like
monks in brown hooded cloaks with their
arms crossed and their heads down. Beyond
them there were hundreds more monks
in my room. It was like they went on
and on forever. I expected my husband
to say something about all these people
being crowded into my room. Then the
head of one the three monks raised.
It was a female face I saw under the
hood. I recognized her immediately.
She was my cousin who was murdered in
1989! She looked at me for a minute
and then smiled. I wasn't scared by
her presence, in fact I felt completely
at peace. Then all at once they all
were gone. I called out to my husband,
"Did you see the monks?" Of course,
he didn't. But actually, he doesn't
even remember me asking him. After I
got better, I began making phone calls,
telling anyone who would listen about
the monks who visited me. I called the
sister of my cousin who was murdered,
and she began to cry and immediately
believed me. She said my experience
gave her great comfort. My parents believed
me, too. Some people were skeptical,
though. My husband for instance, who
still believes it was the medication.
But I tell him I remember nothing else
while medicated. Except for when seeing
the monks, I was out cold. If it was
the drugs, why not see other "visions"
or dreamlike things. Imagine my joy
when I read what you wrote about the
monks who were there for you by your
hospital bed. I ran and read aloud the
paragraph to my husband, and he was
blown away. Now maybe he will believe
me. Thank you, Betty!
Paulette G.
Jackson, Mississippi.
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