According to Joshua 6:20 Jericho fell. I didn't read anything about Israel needing to strike, and they had great faith. Jesus said: “If ye abide in Me, and My words abide in you, ye shall ask what ye will, and it shall be done unto you” (St. John 15:7). We need faith as we pray. Joshua 6:20 So the people shouted when the priests blew with the trumpets: and it came to pass, when the people heard the sound of the trumpet, and the people shouted with a great shout, that the wall fell down flat, so that the people went up into the city, every man straight before him, and they took the city.
Do YOU read your Bible? Do you support the local church or lead one? Do you pray daily? Do you know how to pray and read your Bible? Do you fellowship with any other believers regularly? Would you want for me to pray for you for any reason? Do you need prayer?
At this point, most of our focus is COVID-19 versus Federal Government and Lockdown issues in Nigeria. I would like to suggest to all our students and teachers in Nigeria to Pray Without Ceasing to God right now to reopen schools because with God all things are possible. This will make us help the Federal Government to take the right decision at the point. Instead of putting too many blames on our leaders and thereby shifting our focus from the reality of COVID-19 pandemic confirmed cases 33, 616 is increasing even more and which is real. The solutions to our problems in Nigeria His in the Hand of God and we should ask God for intervention in our Schools as a whole. Let us think deeply about how coronavirus is spreading very fast and with the effort put in places by the government yet, we are still going through a lot of challenges that have this result to negatively impact on our academics. And also, NCDC in line with the national strategy has continued to scale up diagnostic capacity in Nigeria. Although the Federal Ministry of Education as we all know that they've published Guidelines for Schools and Learning Facilities for reopening Schools. I suggest that prayer will help this case. What is your suggestion? Everyone is free to comment on this suggestion or if any? The article was written by Olusola David, Ayibiowu on Opera News Visit:https://creativeartssolutionfoundation.blogspot.com/2020/07/let-all-students-and-teachers-pray-to.html For more information Source: opera.com Reference: www.operanewsapp.com
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Dear Friends. I feel so sorry for the people of California. It has been said for many years that this will happen and now it is. There may be another quake yet to happen and when it does California may be all gone. I really hope people make it out safe. My thoughts are with them and I hope you'll join me in a small prayer for those who have passed away that they make it home to heaven as fast as possible. Wherever you are please Take Care. Julie Ann
She has been sitting in this chair for hours. Her back is bothering her. She has bags under eyes and her hair is an absolute mess. The fluorescent lights of this waiting room aren't doing her skin any favors. She looks awful. He son has been laying in a sterile ICU for days. She has lost count of how long it's been. Four days? Seven? Ten? Who knows. Who cares. Her son needs her. She will sit here for as long as it takes. They only let her see him every few hours. The next visit time is in.. she checks her watch. Two hours. She turns her attention to her husband. He sleeps next to her in blue waiting room chair, snoring lightly. His neck is bent back and his mouth hangs open just slightly. It doesn't look comfortable. She and her husband both haven't slept in a real bed in days. He has been her rock and battle buddy in this and for the past forty-three years. She is grateful for his support. Lord only knows what she would do without him. It is in times of turmoil like this that he catches the brunt of her emotions. She doesn't know how he deals with her but she knows that love is the reason why. She checks her watch again. One hour, fifty-eight minutes. Time is moving too slowly. The mother in her needs to check on her son. She knows he is in pain and only wants to comfort him. When the accident happened, she had seen him scream and writhe in agony for hours. It had shattered something inside her. No mother should ever have to see her child go through something so horrific. No child should have to endure such suffering. The burns on his body would take months to heal. There would be more painful surgeries, more painful physical therapy, more painful moments of waiting. It is the waiting she hates the most. It makes her feel useless. She turns as she hears a familiar voice. Her daughter. She rises from her chair. The mother thinks she is hiding her pain but her daughter can tell that the stress is starting to affect her mother's body. The getting up is slow and choppy instead of one fast movement. The daughter pretends not to notice. Pretends it doesn't kill her soul a bit to see her mother in such a state. The daughter notices her father still sleeping in the blue chair. She decides not to wake him. She hugs her mother in greeting and plasters a smile on her face before pulling away. Her mother will not know how worried she is, how she has cried herself to sleep in worry over her brother. She refuses to let any emotion other than love and support flow through her. Her mother needs her. And here the daughter will stay. The mother looks at her daughter as they begin to converse. Her daughter looks good. She is amazed but not fooled. Her daughter has always been good at making a bad situation better. And this situation is no different. But the mother can see the wrinkles of worry around her daughters eyes. While the clock on the wall ticks on, her daughter brings several smiles and even a few laughs from the tired mother. The mother checks her watch again. 57 minutes. Her daughter places her hand in her mother's in comfort, in understanding. The daughter begins to pray aloud. A few people look at the women strangely. The women don't care. The mother listens to her daughter as words of thanksgiving flow from her mouth to their God's ear. Thanks for sparing her brother's life. Thanks for the knowledge of the doctors and the miracle of medical science. Thanks for every small blessing she can think of. The mother tries to hold back the tears of anger. Anger that her God has left her family in this living Hell. Anger that her son even needs these doctors. Anger that medical science has not relieved all of his suffering. The dam breaks and the water flows from her eyes unhindered. It is several minutes before the mother realizes her daughter is no longer praying for her brother but for her. For her strength, for her sanity, for her endurance. The daughter ends the prayer and holds her mother tightly. The mother feels better somehow. Her faith and strength renewed just a bit and she knows her God has not left her. The mother checks her watch again just as a nurse walks up to the women. Time is up and she will be able to see her son. She hugs her daughter in goodbye and follows the nurse to the sterilization room. She scrubs her hands and arms. She covers her self in an ugly green gown and puts the cloth boots over her shoes. She dons the clothing as if putting on armor, calling on her God to give her a warriors strength. The mother takes a deep breath and steadies herself. She steps into her son's room ready for battle.