Be Real
I just spent two days with some wonderful Christian women. There were eleven of them. Last night I was in a life group. That is the new thing in churches now. It was a group of women who had been through various things in life that were abusive. Sharon thought that I should be part of this group, because of all the abuse I went through at work. They were using Joyce Meyers book, "The Penny" as a point of discussion. The first time I met with these women, I listened. Some of them knew the story about me, they welcomed me in.
During the winter we didn't meet. Several meetings were cancelled due to the weather. I went last month to a meeting and enjoyed it very much. In a small group, you can be really open. People know you are hurting and they are praying for you. Sometimes I have outbursts, because I hurt and I know of others who are hurting through no fault of their own. Circumstances around them. Let's face it, life can hurt. Sharon said she went to Ann Pia, at Pipestem last Saturday night, and she was praying for wounded spirits. I wish I could have went. It is strange, when someone has a flesh wound you bandage them up and nurse them back to health. When you are wounded in spirit, people act like you need to,"just move on". You try to, but it doesn't work. Or you move on and then you get wounded in the same place as the original wound. There you are you have to start all over again. You don't need a bunch of words, or scriptures quoted to you. That's a quick fix and I am sure that the other person means well, but it doesn't help. What has gotten me through many situations in life, is to be able to feel the prayers of people interceeding on my behalf. Last night we prayed for the people around the table, their prayer requests and other things that we had discussed over the evening. Nobody was made to feel like their situation, no matter how small it was, was unimportant. It is important to be real for God.
Today, I was with other women, they told me of their struggles,. I was glad I wasn't alone on the road. Last week for the most part I wasn't alone. We need each other. As brothers and sisters in Christ, we need to lift each other up in prayer. I used to pray for many things when I was at the station. We prayed everyday for Baby Landon who is about five years old by now. He was born too soon. I got prayer requests for everything. It is hard to share a prayer request and when you do, you want someone that is actually concerned to pray about them.
I want a person who is real.
During the winter we didn't meet. Several meetings were cancelled due to the weather. I went last month to a meeting and enjoyed it very much. In a small group, you can be really open. People know you are hurting and they are praying for you. Sometimes I have outbursts, because I hurt and I know of others who are hurting through no fault of their own. Circumstances around them. Let's face it, life can hurt. Sharon said she went to Ann Pia, at Pipestem last Saturday night, and she was praying for wounded spirits. I wish I could have went. It is strange, when someone has a flesh wound you bandage them up and nurse them back to health. When you are wounded in spirit, people act like you need to,"just move on". You try to, but it doesn't work. Or you move on and then you get wounded in the same place as the original wound. There you are you have to start all over again. You don't need a bunch of words, or scriptures quoted to you. That's a quick fix and I am sure that the other person means well, but it doesn't help. What has gotten me through many situations in life, is to be able to feel the prayers of people interceeding on my behalf. Last night we prayed for the people around the table, their prayer requests and other things that we had discussed over the evening. Nobody was made to feel like their situation, no matter how small it was, was unimportant. It is important to be real for God.
Today, I was with other women, they told me of their struggles,. I was glad I wasn't alone on the road. Last week for the most part I wasn't alone. We need each other. As brothers and sisters in Christ, we need to lift each other up in prayer. I used to pray for many things when I was at the station. We prayed everyday for Baby Landon who is about five years old by now. He was born too soon. I got prayer requests for everything. It is hard to share a prayer request and when you do, you want someone that is actually concerned to pray about them.
I want a person who is real.
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