Heart and Soul

Dear Mothers,

I just want to continue to write on prayer.

Dear Keepers at Home,

Wow, it's pretty bad weather outside this morning. We are supposed to get a lot of snow. Right now it is sleeting. I meant to get up a lot earlier to write and start housework. Its just 6:45. Jim will go to work this afternoon. But I needed to make sure my wash was caught up and things done in case any power lines would go down. Want to get a meal going, too.

Good Morning. I have many things on my heart to write this morning. I have been praying so much lately. I tell ya, every time I turn the TV on, there is Joyce M and she stirs me up. Every time she opens her mouth, she gives me another chapter in a book to write. I don't get TBN anymore as we just get a few channels. But Gram Barbie Doll on there with the pink cotton candy hair is almost beyond me.

It is not a necessary evil to kill babies so that we can have a vaccination for chicken pox. The necessary evil would be to go ahead and allow the children to have the chicken pox. The pox won't kill ya, but we have to kill a baby so we won't be bothered with the chicken pox?

Mercy, I am having to learn some hard lessons in life lately. I haven't wanted to write lately, as I have felt so hurt inside. But I was writing to Jill this morning and we often speak of Dixie. We knew that she could have beat cancer instead of dying of it. She had prayed privately for many who were healed of cancer ... and yet what happened to Dixie?

Dear Mothers,

I cannot believe I am writing about the Hidden Mother. The devil has tried to murder me, practically, to keep me from writing this. I have even felt forsaken of God over it and the enemy of my soul has condemned me for it until I have felt devastated, hopeless, and worthless. And yesterday was such a reprieve from the mental suffering. I cast myself down and onto Papa's heart. I was totally honest with him and asked him to pray for me. I told him how depressed I have been and Papa's heart so reached out to me. And I told the Lord last night that I could not pray any longer about the hidden mother, as I have felt it was killing me. And I cast my heart upon the Lord's lap for Him to heal and restore me. And I am barely restored now and I come back to the part where I left off and again I pray to see the hidden mother.