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03/11/2025

The prodical son
The sons
One was angry at what the other was receiving after all he had done.when he had stsyed
I imagine the other had struggled with the thought of returning. That he'd thought of the standard of son he's father was now used to and expected his father's disappointment. That he could never get that admiration and adoration unless he did something to get it.regain the money..make a name for him self.
Man let's help people heal.
Meditation of this thought..that he needed Al those things to regain access .that he was nothing without them.not good enough .probably became a self forfilling prophecy.a loop .a perpetual cycle

03/11/2025

He said...woman!thou loosed......😇And he called he daughter...after all that bleeding

03/11/2025

Prayer for those estranged to/from their loved ones
The prodical son if the father hadn't been able or willing to welcome him back

Father ..thank you for this moment. Thank you for your precious daughter .I hold her Lord with the knowledge and understanding of your unfathomable love for her.the one you had for her from the very beginning when you created her.that love that is unmovable,unshakable and undepletable.father God we come to pray for the healing of her invisible internal wounds.to pray for the pain of rejection that she carries.to pray for the guilt and self blame she carries.to pray Lord for the story that she has come to believe about herself due to this separation. Due to the rejection of those she held in high esteem and those whose love and acceptance she most thirsted for.lord I ask that you help her accept her part ,her mistakes her role in the separation.i ask that you help her forgive her self that she may be able to move on.help her know Lord that her worth is unchanged.that people's ability to move on and live without you does not mean you are not worthy of love stability and people who do choose to stay.release the tight invisible bindings that have constricted her heart. Take away that pain Lord.release an avalanche of favor and goodness in her life Lord that she may know that you are the true source of all things and the hate or rejection of man could never stand against that. That She is loved.shes held.shes forgiven and redeemed by the blood of your son.thst she does not need to re earn love.in the name of Jesus christ we pray amen

For the children born out of wedlock to fathers who already had families and couldn't be fully present in there lives.
For the children of divorce whose parents moved on
Divorcees
People who died before reconciliation was possible

Let us not add salt to people's wounds.let us be ambassadors of christ that invite people to christ in the manner we talk to them about him.

Let us not yell in the place were understanding and nervous system regulation are needed

Sometimes it not unforgivess of other but of the self.constant expectation of the worst becoz you think there is cause for the worst to come to you

01/11/2025

😑what is this horrendous feeling??i think i myt b si k

01/11/2025

i think am inconsistent and unreliable. i dont trust my ability to see things thru.i disappoint alot.

another percpective
i think am like a specialized cleaner.i get called in to deep clean.you dont need it everyday but it transformative
i think am like a key thats for a particular lock. you ever lose something in the house.lok for it at all the regular places and not find it?.then start just looking everywhere?as you lookyour mind kinda goes into this limbo place were you dont really expect to find it .mixed with a dreadful panic.

then throw in a whole lot of voices that agree with the first analyses.then shame for even thinking this way. like the responsible thing is to agree with the first analysis and the betrayal of not agreeing with it plus your denial of it makes you an even worse person.
i dont think i see myself well

01/11/2025

Dear God, when I wake up already afraid, remind me that today doesn’t have to be yesterday.
Because sometimes, Lord, before I even open my eyes, the weight is already there — that familiar tightness in my chest, that whisper of dread that says, “Here we go again.” The memories of what went wrong, the worries of what might go wrong, all come rushing in before I even have a chance to breathe. I want to believe it’s a new day, but fear has a way of making everything feel the same.

Please, God, quiet my anxious heart. Remind me that this morning is not yesterday — that You’ve given me something brand new, untouched, and full of possibility. Remind me that I am not bound to my past, my mistakes, or my pain. That Your mercy resets with the sunrise, and that grace doesn’t run out overnight.

When fear tells me that I’ll never change, remind me that You are changing me, slowly but surely, even in ways I can’t see. When worry whispers that today will only bring more of the same, speak louder with Your truth — that You can do something new, even here, even now, even in me.

Help me to release yesterday’s failures, to let go of the weight I was never meant to keep carrying. Help me not to replay every regret, every disappointment, every moment I wish I could fix. Instead, let me breathe in the fresh air of Your presence and remember: I am still here, and that means You’re not finished with me yet.

God, when I wake up afraid, remind me that courage isn’t the absence of fear — it’s choosing to trust You anyway. It’s putting my feet on the ground, whispering a small prayer, and taking one more step forward, even if my hands are shaking. It’s believing that no matter how yesterday looked, You can meet me differently today.

Let this day be marked not by fear, but by faith — even if it’s just the size of a mustard seed. Let me see the beauty in small beginnings. Let me find peace in knowing that Your love goes before me into this day, preparing the way, calming what I cannot control.

When I feel the pull of panic, steady my heart with Your promises. When I start to spiral, slow me down with Your peace. When I forget that You’re near, remind me that You are closer than my next breath.

Please, Lord, help me believe that this sunrise is not just routine — it’s renewal. It’s proof that the night didn’t win. It’s proof that You are faithful, that You bring light where darkness lingered, that You give second chances wrapped in morning light.

Dear God, when I wake up already afraid, remind me that today doesn’t have to be yesterday.
Remind me that I can start again — that I can be gentle with myself, that I can trust You with what I don’t understand, that I can walk into this day not in my own strength, but in Yours.

Let this be the day I breathe deeper. The day I move slower. The day I stop expecting disaster and start looking for grace. Because You are already here in this new day — and where You are, fear has to fade.

Amen.

01/11/2025

how do yow maintain the interest in all things?i assume not all interviews are of interest to you.yet you give them all the attention and presence they deserve.i fear drifting from the things that are priorities to me in certain environments. dare i be honest and say i fear not bieng able to

01/11/2025

Together as one

01/11/2025

i have always struggled with the idea that not all will be saved.that some are to far gone.the enemy corrupted the earth.got into peoples souls.some were born into situations that not even the the strongest couldnt have been broken down.we need more knowledge .more understanding. to not live in a world were it feels like darkness has more power than light.
awaken fiece warriors
let your stand be known
let your presence threaten and deplit hell
we must all push back
we must let others know that the enemy is liar.that they are not alone.that we see their silent war and that we stand as comrad.
that victory is nie

01/11/2025

God, You know the corners of my heart where fear still lingers — the places where panic finds a door left open, where old worries creep back in when I thought they were gone. You see the racing thoughts, the restless nights, the moments when my chest tightens and my prayers feel like whispers against the noise. You see it all, Lord. And even when I try to hide it behind strength, You know the trembling underneath.

So tonight, today, right now — I ask You: breathe peace into those places. Not just a surface calm, but a deep, quiet peace that reaches into the anxious corners of my soul. Let it flow like a steady breath, filling the hollow spaces where fear has taken root. Let Your Spirit move through me gently, like wind through a weary heart, reminding me that I am safe in You.

When panic visits, help me remember that it’s just that — a visitor. It does not own me. It may knock at the door, but it cannot stay where Your peace abides. Let Your presence fill every room of my mind until there’s no space left for fear to live. Replace the frantic heartbeat with stillness, the racing thoughts with rest, and the “what ifs” with “even if.”

Lord, teach me to breathe again — slowly, deeply, with awareness that every breath is a gift from You. When my lungs feel heavy with worry, remind me that You are the breath of life itself. When my thoughts spiral, ground me in truth. When my faith wavers, hold me steady until peace returns.

Your Word says, “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. I do not give as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not be afraid.” (John 14:27) Let that promise echo louder than my panic. Let it calm the storm before it even rises. Let it become the rhythm of my soul — steady, sure, unshaken.

Lord, breathe peace into the places where my past still haunts me. Breathe peace into the memories that hurt and the moments that replay when I least expect them. Breathe peace into the future I can’t control and the present I sometimes struggle to trust. Let Your peace be more than a feeling — let it be a presence, alive and unending, anchoring me when fear tries to pull me away.

When anxiety tells me I’m not enough, let peace remind me that You are. When panic says, “You’re alone,” let peace whisper, “I am with you.” When my heart beats too fast, let Your Spirit slow it with the comfort of knowing You are near.

And Lord, not only in me — but through me. Let Your peace flow outward to the people I love, the spaces I inhabit, the conversations I carry. Make me a vessel of calm in a world of chaos. When others are anxious, let them find gentleness in me. When the world trembles, let my faith stand firm — not because I’m strong, but because I’m held by You.

Sometimes peace doesn’t come like a flood; sometimes it comes like a single steady breath — quiet, small, enough for the next moment. Help me to welcome it, even in pieces. To trust that You are healing me in ways I may not yet see.

Breathe peace into the places panic still visits, Lord — into the corners of my mind that are too loud, the wounds that haven’t fully closed, the fears I haven’t fully named. Breathe until stillness returns. Breathe until I remember that peace was never gone — it was simply waiting for me to be still enough to feel it again.

You are the calm within my storm, the rest after the rush, the light that no fear can dim.
So breathe, Lord. Breathe Your peace deep into me —
until panic loses its power,
until my heartbeat matches the rhythm of Your grace,
until my soul rests once more in You.

Amen.

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