Prayer Requests 6-23-21

It’s Wednesday, so don’t forget Ajissun and the folks in The Gambia.

Anyone else?

Psalm 119:113-128

ס Samekh

113 I hate double-minded people,
    but I love your law.
114 You are my refuge and my shield;
    I have put my hope in your word.
115 Away from me, you evildoers,
    that I may keep the commands of my God!
116 Sustain me, my God, according to your promise, and I will live;
    do not let my hopes be dashed.
117 Uphold me, and I will be delivered;
    I will always have regard for your decrees.
118 You reject all who stray from your decrees,
    for their delusions come to nothing.
119 All the wicked of the earth you discard like dross;
    therefore I love your statutes.
120 My flesh trembles in fear of you;
    I stand in awe of your laws.

ע Ayin

121 I have done what is righteous and just;
    do not leave me to my oppressors.
122 Ensure your servant’s well-being;
    do not let the arrogant oppress me.
123 My eyes fail, looking for your salvation,
    looking for your righteous promise.
124 Deal with your servant according to your love
    and teach me your decrees.
125 I am your servant; give me discernment
    that I may understand your statutes.
126 It is time for you to act, Lord;
    your law is being broken.
127 Because I love your commands
    more than gold, more than pure gold,
128 and because I consider all your precepts right,
    I hate every wrong path.

18 thoughts on “Prayer Requests 6-23-21

  1. Posted on Facebook by Pepper Basham regarding the recent death of her brother, the lost hiker:
    “Grief is a strange thing. Unexpected.

    Like working on a writing project and looking over on social media to see a photo of my brother pop up, his smile as big as ever.
    And then, reality hits you all over again. That this loss has REALLY happened.
    So you cry and breathe in and remind your heart of Truth.
    And then you may sit for a while to soak in the quiet or a good song. And then…you do the next thing.

    It’s so strange how grief is a constant wave of reality hitting you. Sometimes knocking you down and pulling you under, sometimes making you stumble, and other times just brushing up against your feet a little. But the sound of it is always there, in the background.

    I know this part of grief lessens. The waves become less powerful and their sound becomes just another noise among the days moving forward, but right now, the crashing sound is still very clear and near.

    I’m so grateful for the God who calms the waves.
    But I’m also grateful for all those memories I can hold to with such sweetness because there are SO many!!! And those keep me from going under too often. That and the awareness that the God who made the sea holds my brother as securely now as He did Dustin’s entire life.

    So I can smile. And be grateful. And daydream about a day when the waves of grief will be no more and faith will be made sight.”

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  2. Heavenly Father,

    Thank You for Kathaleena and her heart for You. She has been experiencing the turmoil and unrest of this fallen world up close and in a too personal way for such a long time. We are told Jesus is the answer to every problem. Please glorify Yourself by showing us all how that works in this situation that the devil has set up for You to shine through. Even as it seems the devil is winning at times here on earth, thank You for Your truth in Your word that he is the loser. I pray You will lift up Kathaleena above the fray of these earthly matters. Give her a new perspective. May Your joy bubble up from inside and make all anxiety and concerns flow away as Your joy overflows. Please do Your big and little works to give relief and resolution for Your glory and for Your care of Your precious children. I pray in Jesus’ name, Amen

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  3. Thanks for sharing that, Janice, it is a very good picture of grief and God holding us through it.

    Praying for Debra and C today.

    Praying for Roscuro as well. May God be their strength.

    And for BG and her mommy. God is working.

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  4. As for grief, when my sister lost her husband, she acknowledged that her grief was at least a “clean” grief–better to have one’s husband die than to have one’s husband commit adultery or otherwise leave the marriage.

    Many times in this process with that same sister, I have thought how much “cleaner” it would be if she and not her husband had been the one to die eight years ago this month. Her husband would probably have remarried, but I would almost certainly still be in touch with her children, and able to talk with them about their mother, and the ending would have been an actual ending with clean grief, with (as far as I knew) peace between her and me.

    Instead I’m left with waves of sadness. On my mother’s side of the family, my sister and I are the only females with a living sister for three generations. The fourth generation has a pair of sisters, but Mom had only two brothers, one of her brothers had a son and a daughter and the other had three sons and two daughters but the firstborn daughter died at birth, and my married siblings each had one daughter and either two sons or four sons (two of each, so an exact average of one daughter and three sons). I don’t know my dad’s side of the family; as far as I know none of his siblings had two girls, but he himself had three sisters and a couple of brothers; one sister didn’t marry at all, one was childless, and one brother died quite young and when his wife died a couple of years later their children were raised by his wife’s side of the family.

    So my sister and I have something unique that we should be able to celebrate–in several generations of our family, a single daughter has yearned for sisters. My mom, each of her two nieces, my own four nieces–every one of those girls longed for a sister.

    I’m the only one who has a sister.

    And that sister doesn’t want me.

    Just how awful a person does someone have to be to have her own sister not want a relationship with her? The sticking point in our relationship was that I was willing to continue to talk with her, but put two subjects off limits, only two. She could not continue to hint that I made a mistake in marrying my husband and that she was the only one “courageous” enough to speak out, and she could not continue to tell me that I was manipulative. (She’d spent two years telling me that–literally dozens of emails and phone calls in which she mentioned my “manipulation” at least once, sometimes more than a dozen times.) My own sister finds it so important to talk about my manipulation that she would rather not talk to me at all than to stop talking about that one subject.

    Yeah, one could look at it from the other direction and say I would rather not talk to my sister at all than “put up with” that one topic of conversation. But at the end, that was the ONLY thing she was willing to discuss with me. I was losing sleep after every contact from her, and my husband was also stressed by it. I told her no more of that topic, and she kept going, and he told her no more and she kept going. We really and truly had no choice but to shut it off.

    But my sister has been part of my life, and part of my heart, for almost my entire life, all but the first 15 1/2 months. Even before that, I would have shared a lap with her as my mother’s belly expanded with her presence. I’ve never NOT had a sister.

    She told me not to talk about it with family, suggested it would be gossip and would ruin what reputation I have left (hinting that my reputation in the family has been destroyed by that manipulative tendency that no one in my life but her and one brother who’s “on her side” has ever noted). For the most part I haven’t mentioned it with family except to try to get a mediator and get help for her.

    But if I had lost her in death, I’d be allowed to talk about her. And we talk about an abusive spouse or parent shaming the victim into silence and assert the victim does have a right to tell her own story.

    I don’t talk about my sister to make her look bad. I still love her. I think there’s something wrong in her mind that she would willingly turn against her only sister and probably the best friend she has ever had. Though I do indeed sometimes have lingering thoughts about “just how bad does a person have to be to have her only sister turn against her,” rationally I know this is really her problem and that there is nothing I can do beyond what I have done.

    But she has been in my heart my entire life, and I think about her so often, when making a favorite recipe from childhood or seeing something she would have liked or something one of her children would have liked. I think about something I want to tell her, something I want to tell one of her children. And I can’t.

    She isn’t dead, but I still grieve, because the relationship is over as completely as if she were. The possibility of reconciliation doesn’t help much both because it is a remote possibility and because “hope deferred makes the heart sick.” I can’t focus on that hope; I have to pretend that there isn’t any. But I still love her and I still pray for her.

    I know that other people on here are in similar situations with family, some of you with children, and I know I speak for you too.

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  5. Your sister was wrong and heartless in her comment, minimizing her grief, and probably prolonging it into her distorted Christianity later.

    Sorry to be harsh, but your first sentence set me off. I responded to Pepper’s comment on FB, also, with what I have seen about grief. Pepper is processing it, perhaps too publicly, but still grieving.

    Which is not in any way to say what happened to your sister was anything remotely easy.

    We get caught up in grief and if we don’t face it and deal with it–expressing it as Chas has been doing–and therefore feeling it, we can become terribly stuck.

    It’s never over, as you all know, but the pain is not as sharp if you work with and through it in a healthy fashion.

    Often, we need help. A grief counselor can be a God-send, literally.

    But you know that, Cheryl. Of course, you do.

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  6. My daughter just left to drive back to SoCal for a few weeks. She handed me something to be repaired an hour before she left and I started working on it, then stopped. “I can fix this later and give it back to you the day after tomorrow.”

    We laughed.

    It felt wonderful to say that.

    The Boy Scout is in the canyon now. He looked great and excited in the photo his mom sent me.

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  7. Michelle, I actually don’t think she meant to minimize her grief. I think it might have been something she said to someone whose husband had walked away–your road is so much harder. The one who abandons you chose to go. It’s like the difference between finding the body and not finding it. How much practical difference does it make if you know for a fact the person is dead? And yet people want the body, want the closure.

    When you have a good marriage and your spouse dies, you are left with happy memories. Yes, grief is brutally hard–but the memories are good. But what about the spouse who commits adultery or kills himself. I think that would taint even the happy memories. It “dirties” them.

    When someone dies, it’s the end. It’s over. You grieve, but it’s over. When that person is still alive out there, and doesn’t want anything to do with you, it’s a different sort of grief. It isn’t always harder grief, but it’s different grief.

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  8. So many challenging situations. Praying all.

    My (6) prayer request is for relief from the fatigue and some other things I’m struggling with. I’ll leave it at that.

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  9. Janice asking the Lord to heal your toe. I have broken my left baby toe more times than I can count. Initially it hurts like the dickens and swells…turning blue/purple and throbs. I usually tape it to the next toe. The swelling always subsided within a couple days and I could easily put on my shoe. Elevate it if you can…and I will continue to pray ♥️

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  10. Stubbed toes certainly do hurt. I hope the pain subsides soon, Janice.

    My fatigue is lessened now that it’s after 9pm and close to time to go to sleep. A vigorous knock at the door at 8:30pm, from a man delivering two subpoenas, got me good and alert. There is another woman who lives in the same county I do who has the same first and last name (same spelling, also) as I. Fortunately, her husband’s first name is different than my husband’s. Both subpoenas had our address on them by mistake, instead of the address of the couple who were supposed to receive them.

    Hubby was just getting home from work when I had stepped out onto the porch to look at the paper the subpoena deliverer handed me. I didn’t sign anything because I knew it was a mistake. The top of the paper said, “Plaintiff:____________” [some name I’d never heard of]. We have received both phone calls and mail over the years that were meant for that other person with my name. She also gets health care through the same institution I do.

    We explained all that to the person delivering the subpoenas, and he was kind and understanding. He also then realized that those papers had the wrong address, since no man by the name of the man on the one subpoena had ever lived at this address.

    We had a nice conversation with the guy who came to the door, and then he left, taking the unsigned papers with him. It’s just a tad unnerving, though, to be part of a mix-up like that. We’d appreciate prayers that any confusion others might have about that situation would be cleared up without a problem for us.

    Thank you.

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  11. Anonymous, when I was a child, we once got a knock at our front door (which was rarely used; anyone who knew us went to the carport door) at two or three in the morning. Mom and/or Dad went to the door in bathrobes, very sleepy, with us children peeking around the corner. It was police officers who said they had been called to a “domestic disturbance.” I think the clear evidence they’d come to a silent house and woken it up probably made it easier to dissuade them there was no need to investigate us further.

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  12. The guy left a couple of his business cards with us, so I think he will be a good advocate for us if some other official down the line gets mixed up about who is who between me and this other woman with the same name. Why my address or landline phone gets used for various communications intended for her — sometimes places with whom I’ve never had any dealings — is beyond me.

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