Pieces and shambles of despair, brokenness and heartache

I sat with a friend who has become like a sister this week. Slowly over the coarse of the last 3 years she is opening up about her religious background, family, and more. She believes in G0d, but I am not sure she has a walking and talking relationship with G0d. Yesterday, she opened up about the effects of her Father’s suicide and alcohol abuse in their family line. We talked about the damage it had done to her soul and mind. Her father had told her she was not wanted, and if she stayed in the home, he will kill himself.  Shortly after, he did kill himself, and of course my friend felt to blame. He spoke things over her no person should ever hear. Her story was pieces and shambles of despair, brokenness and heartache.  There was no joy, no life in her story. She felt that if her own father couldn’t love her how could anyone else.
As she shared I prayed to the H0ly $pirit for direction and words. I asked if we could give over the past to the L0rd together in prayer, and ask Him as the Good, Good Father, who gives good gifts to his children, to ease the pain and take away the depths of her sorrow. Together we asked the H0ly $spirit to reveal truth, and take away the lies. As we sat waiting, she felt the H0ly $pirit remind her that He is Love.


Please pr*y with me that “E” would continue to hear the Good, Heavenly Father speak to her, that she would hear the things he desires to speak over her, about her past and the future, and that she would learn about a G0d who dialogues with His children because He cherished them. My pr*yer is that the Good Father would replace the understanding she has of fathers as a whole, and that she would come into a lasting walking relationship with Je$us.

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