Caring for the Broken
I fear many calls that come to me. They scare me to death. Sometimes I weep, afraid I’ll miss the mark. I might even ask the Lord if He got the right girl.
I fear many calls that come to me. They scare me to death. Sometimes I weep, afraid I’ll miss the mark. I might even ask the Lord if He got the right girl.
Some left even thinking it was God, but deception was a tool of the devil, and that religious spirit divided loyalties. They are now missing the gift that you were meant to be in their lives. The truth has a way of coming back around with Jesus.
Aren’t you tired of running?
Trying “this” and “that” but it always comes to nothing but more heartache.
You will have moments where your heart tries to quit on you. When you’ll crawl into a dark place and plead with Jesus for help.
a thing on which someone or something depends or which provides a means of escape from a difficult situation.
I am so mindful of the many in battles this evening. I am so honored to get to pray for and with broken hearts almost daily. I have been stirred by the Lord in intercession for many.
As many were astonished at you—his appearance was so marred, beyond human semblance, and his form beyond that of the children of mankind. Isaiah 52:14
If you want to know how to help people, check in on them.
Some of you have been discarded by people. Those you trusted have left you feeling unwanted and not valued. The wrestling’s of your heart scream, “How could they/he/she do this to me?”