A Girl in the Middle | Titus 2 mentor encouraging women to love God and to love, well, their home and family.
21 Names of God: 20, Yahweh Ropheka
Yahweh Ropheka
The God Who Heals
PRAYERS FOR HEALING
Have you (and there’s a good chance you have, or you eventually will) ever prayed for someone to be healed from a sickness? If you’re anything like me, you watch heavy-heartedly as your normally perpetual motion toddler lays quietly while a fever works to rid their little body of a simple cold virus.
Other times the illness is serious and our hearts aren’t just heavy, they’re broken. We’re broken. And we cry out to the Lord for His healing touch.
WHERE WE BREAK
The past couple of months two friends in their prime of life (that’s our 50’s, to be clear), were met with unwelcome and complete change-forever more. Here they were living life, comfortable and happy in the third decade of marriage, looking forward to watching their young adult children getting married and giving them grandchildren to enjoy, and peeking around the corner at retirement with its own hopes and dreams.
It’s times like these where we break.
Suddenly, each of those pleasures, and even just ordinary expectations, of life were gone. All things married ceased in just a breath. Instead of planning for retirement, weddings and grand babies, they were planning funerals.
Sad, lonely, angry, confused, and wishing they could change their harsh reality, they can’t stop the turning tides as nights end and days begin the same way, without their husbands next to them.
Yahweh Ropheka
The God Who Heals
PRAYERS FOR HEALING
Have you (and there’s a good chance you have, or you eventually will) ever prayed for someone to be healed from a sickness? If you’re anything like me, you watch heavy-heartedly as your normally perpetual motion toddler lays quietly while a fever works to rid their little body of a simple cold virus.
Other times the illness is serious and our hearts aren’t just heavy, they’re broken. We’re broken. And we cry out to the Lord for His healing touch.
WHERE WE BREAK
The past couple of months two friends in their prime of life (that’s our 50’s, to be clear), were met with unwelcome and complete change-forever more. Here they were living life, comfortable and happy in the third decade of marriage, looking forward to watching their young adult children getting married and giving them grandchildren to enjoy, and peeking around the corner at retirement with its own hopes and dreams.
It’s times like these where we break.
Suddenly, each of those pleasures, and even just ordinary expectations, of life were gone. All things married ceased in just a breath. Instead of planning for retirement, weddings and grand babies, they were planning funerals.
Sad, lonely, angry, confused, and wishing they could change their harsh reality, they can’t stop the turning tides as nights end and days begin the same way, without their husbands next to them.