Wield The Sword Momma…
Good morning beautiful people, good morning. I wanted to write about my mother yesterday but ran out of time. I was involved in an outreach to mothers this past weekend. We tried to put scriptures on every card to be a blessing to Mother’s.
Talking about time. The greatest gift you can give as a mother is to pray for your children. It takes time out of your day to pray, but God hears them all. Wield your sword momma.
I wanted to re-post this today about bloodline and mantles. It’s been years now, but I love the memory. That’s all we will have some day of our mothers are the memories.
Friday evening, I attended Joan Hunter Ministries meeting in Houlton, Maine. They were giving away CD’s to whoever could yell Norma loud enough. (She was the women handing out CD’s.) Well, I have had a cough and my voice is soft to begin with, but somehow, I received the CD, Release the Writer Within You by Wendy Walters. I laughed as my friend Laurie that was sitting beside me leaned over and said I didn’t hear you say anything. The man sitting behind me Pastor Mike Freeman had tapped me on the shoulder when they announced the name of the CD and said I want to hear you yell for that CD. Something supernatural must have happened because we were sitting near the back and I couldn’t yell, but a writer I am.
I listened to the CD several times. This morning as I drove to her Mother’s Day service. Wendy mentioned about the mantles in the bloodline that we came from. I must say, I had to do a little research to find out about my bloodline previously, but I can proudly say, I came from a rich bloodline. Not in money or earthly wealth- but a spiritual inheritance.
My mother’s mom (my grandmother) in whom I never met was a midwife. Whenever a baby was going to be born they would call for my grandmother June. Although not a certified midwife-her experience gained her the many calls to deliver morning, noon and night.
My own mother Bernice (the womb God had chosen for me to be born) imparted to me more than I know today. She passed away when I was barely eight. As I grasped for any memories of her, everyone I inquired told me the same thing. She was the kindest woman you would ever meet. As I was her 14th birth (my mind has a hard time to wrap around this) I am thankful she chose to give me life. I am thankful she was my mother for those eight years. Although, I know she was not perfect and her life wasn’t easy, she gave me more than anything money could buy. She chose to give me life and she imparted to me a spiritual heritage that I will continue to follow.
It is my desire for the Lord to use me to save many babies lives across this globe (sort of like a midwife in a different way) as a writer, speaker, author and conference team leader.
Let’s pray for every woman today:
Father, thank you for every woman around this globe today. We pray you will teach us all to wield the sword of the spirit, the Word of God.
Father, we pray for every woman that has suffered loss, through miscarriage, death, or abortion. Bind up their wounds and make them whole again, we pray. Oh God, for every woman across this globe that has believed you for a child, bring them their hearts desire as only you can. Set up divine appointments from your throne room for fruitful wombs, adoptions as only the Good Father can, we pray.
Father, we pray a special blessing over every woman. May they be thankful for the womb in which they were born. May they be thankful for life.
Father, may God’s Word come alive to us all in a deeper way today, we pray. The Father’s Love… He loves us and He has a special plan for each and every life. Bring it forth we pray. Amen.
