Got Tears? Dedicated to the families of Uvalde, Texas

 

 

Instead of our normal prayer topic of recovery for today, I ask that everyone touch and agree and hold up the family members of those killed in Uvalde, Texas. Lord, we are numb with grief and sorrow and just unbelief, that people in our world can be so callous and cruel. To shoot a family member, then many children and teachers is unbelievable. Yet we know that the enemy of our soul wants to destroy families and he delights in the sin of humans. There is evil in our world and it consumed first the predator and then used him to hurt the vulnerable innocent children and teachers. Lord, all we can do is plead Your blood and ask for mercy for America.

I call my thoughts on this tragedy: Got Tears?

You number my wanderings; Put my tears into Your bottle... Psalm 56:8 NKJV

On Tuesday, May 24,2022, a horrible tragedy occurred once again with many school children murdered and a community shattered.

Nineteen children – and two adults -- were shot and killed while at what probably started out as a normal school-day; a day where everyone was looking forward to finishing the school year and having a summer of fun.

This attack in the predominantly Latino town of Uvalde was the deadliest school shooting in the U.S. since a gunman killed 20 children and six adults at Sandy Hook Elementary in Newtown, Connecticut, in December 2012.

We want to say a tragedy like this is certainly abnormal; but with more frequent shootings, we may not be able to continue to say such a statement. We weep anew each day as we hear more about this tragedy and pray their families are finding solace in their faith, family and friends.

The grief process takes time and I pray that our great Father God will wrap arms of comfort around those whose family was affected.  Hopefully they will find comfort in the fact that the Lord sees our tears and bottles them in heaven.

In the eyes of our Father in heaven the tears we cry may look like liquid diamonds. They are so precious to Him that He stores them as jewels that He will uncover within us at the day of His coming.

When the tears you have cried are stored in His bottle and you are drained, He becomes your Restorer, Strength and Hope. Got tears? Yes, we all do, but we will be amazed at the beauty of those glistening bottles waiting for us in heaven. Our tears will be there, but our loved ones will be there as well. Trust that God, even still, has us close under His wing.

Donna Collins Tinsley

I will still post our recovery day song, though.

 Restore Them To You - YouTube

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sEzbIrTF5KE&t=23s

A Powerful Prayer adapted from Tommy, an inmate

This prayer was sent to me created by Tommy Billey, a child of God from Shonda Savage Wentworth's website; I immediately felt that it was so powerful and could be adapted for other things that people pray for. So, here’s my version, with permission given to me to edit it for my needs:

Adapted from Shonda’s blog by Tommy, an inmate

My rewrite~ ~ ~

Dear Rebellion, Drugs, Alcoholism and Disrespect,

Spirit of lawlessness and family curses and Spirit of Incarceration,

Have you not learned your lesson, yet? You are a defeated enemy of mine. You have absolutely no chance of being successful in my family. Why you continue to return and harass me, time and time again, I’ll never understand. Maybe your father, the devil himself, has convinced you that you can win. But he is a liar, and you, rebellion and disrespect are just a product of that lie.

You call yourself strong but even that is a lie. I know this because the real Big C resides in my heart. Yes, He is the Christ, the Messiah, the Keeper of my soul. He is life. You are death. But where life dwells, death has no place.

So bring on your little attacks, I’ll gladly sustain whatever it brings, because in the end, when my God sends you back to the depths of hell, I’ll be the one to rise in victory and give all glory to the One who defeats you—my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

By the way rebellion, how do you like all those prayers going up to God for me? Oh, you thought I was alone. How foolish of you. Did your father, the devil, tell you that, too? I told you he’s a liar. You see, when you attack one of us, you take on us all. We are the body of Christ Jesus. We are Somebody’s Mother.

Now, I’ll be fair and give you credit for your small victories. Yeah, you knocked me down. You had me heartsick beyond my wildest dreams, and at times you made me want to quit. But like the psalmist, David, I had to encourage myself in the Lord. And when I began to follow Paul’s advice in Romans 5:3-4 and glory in my tribulation, I was indeed encouraged, and my spirit was refreshed.

Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot you don’t like the Holy Scriptures quoted to you. I could tell it affected you each time I quoted those healing Scriptures. I know this because your presence has decreased with each day. Now I find out you can’t be seen at all. Poor you! Nowhere in this family to call home.

By the power of Jesus name, I reject you. And where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom! Freedom from your deceitful grasp. Return to hell where you whence came. Tell satan he’s failed once again. So long satan, you are history!

Without regards,

Somebody’s Mother

Adapted from Shonda’s blog by an inmate whose name is Tommy Billey

https://fortressofhopeministries.com/2019/11/07/so-long-cancer-youre-history/?fbclid=IwAR2_QpTrBbw5elpNlqVXTUAaVawBLSh1oECCtYFC9aJ2SHuvqGrt5rdAl8k

A SISTER AMONG YOU https://thornrose7.blogspot.com/