OK well how do I know what to pray for then?
If he gives us what we need, and we have desires in our hearts then how do we know if they are His desires?
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OK well how do I know what to pray for then?God doesn't always give us what we want, but HE'LL always give us what we need..
Ri Ri, Gabs hugs her tight thank you for coming, you my dear sister are welcome here anytime, you want to drop in.
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Once again I found this perfect timing, I was stressing momentarily, that I am invisible......
Beautiful place! I love this...so peaceful!
AS LITTLE CHILDREN
*** WARNING TISSUES NEEDED ***
We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly eating and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, "Hi there." He pounded his fat baby hands on the highchair tray. His eyes were wide with excitement and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin. He wriggled and giggled with merriment. I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man with a tattered rag of a coat; dirty, greasy and worn. His pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map. We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. "Hi there, baby. Hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster," the man said to Erik. My husband and I exchanged looks, "What do we do?" Erik continued to laugh and answer, ""Hi, hi there." Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby.
Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, "Do ya know patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek-a-boo." Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk. My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence, all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments. We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. "Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik," I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's pick-me-up, position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man's. Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love relationship.
Erik in an act of total trust, love and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain and hard labor -- gently, so gently cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time.
I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms for a moment, and then his eyes opened and set squarely on mine, he said in a firm commanding voice, "You take care of this baby." Somehow I managed, "I will," from a throat that contained a stone.
He pried Erik from his chest unwillingly, longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, "God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift." I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, "My God, my God, forgive me."
I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment. A child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not, I felt it was God asking -
"Are you willing to share your son for a moment?" when He shared His for all eternity. The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, "To enter the Kingdom of God, we must become as little children."
May God Bless you and those you love, and keep you safe.
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Submitted by Richard
That is a three part answer, maybe four part. But before I even start, God knows what we're going to ask even before we do. Just like an good parent HE will answer you but you have to ask the questions or desires first. 1. What you as for will be given right away. 2. Second, the answer will be no. 3. Third, the answer will be not yet. 4. The answer will be no, I have something better in mind.OK well how do I know what to pray for then?
If he gives us what we need, and we have desires in our hearts then how do we know if they are His desires?
I asked for what I wanted according to His perfect will but some believe that what our desires are is what God plants in our heart.That is a three part answer, maybe four part. But before I even start, God knows what we're going to ask even before we do. Just like an good parent HE will answer you but you have to ask the questions or desires first. 1. What you as for will be given right away. 2. Second, the answer will be no. 3. Third, the answer will be not yet. 4. The answer will be no, I have something better in mind.
Please Ri come here and pray with me it would b awesome. I also would like you to pray about becoming a Lambs ARC prayer warrior. Mare and I pray regularly together via phone and we have the ability to conference people in.Thank you for the hugs, Gab!
I would love to pray here, if that is alright, for there is a beautiful aroma in ARC, a heavenly like fragrance...
You're welcome sweetie!
Hey, you can't be invisible! Only I can do that!
No I am definitely invisible NOT YOU, MOI!
Hey sweetie I am having a really hard time getting around the site, I keep getting these weird messages and can't access pages.Peek-a-boo. I may be late in posting. (as usual) But I do send my prayers and love.
I'm back {{{{{{{{{{Marti}}}}}}}}}}}}I had a heck of a time last night, with the site, but this morning it seems to be better. Hope to see you back in here Gabby !
It's going pretty well. The kids are doing their work, and I have no major "out of the house" running around to do. Just got the bill from the ER - yikes!Hey Marti, how is it going?
I am doing good thanks. I was supposed to have the rehab. today, but I was SO tired and not feeling the best...think my body is trying to catch a cold...anyway...I called and cancelled it. SO, I am out the rest of the week at appointments! Sigh...It's going pretty well. The kids are doing their work, and I have no major "out of the house" running around to do. Just got the bill from the ER - yikes!
How are you doing?
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