Father, Please Help Me

                                                (geraniums)

                         God makes all things beautiful in their time.
                                 He provides for all of His creation.
                         He directs them at the right time to blossom.
                    Since He made us "just a little lower than the angels,"
                              think of all the love He has for us and
                                        how He wants to help us.
                                          We only have to ask.


I don’t know which way to go.
Do I do this, or do I do that?

The older I get, the more I realize how little I really know.
I do know that You, Father God know everything. 

And You love me.
I know You care for me without measure.

I know that I only have to ask, and You will help.
It will always be in Your time, You will and Your way.
It won’t necessarily be what I would like or when I would like it.

But it will be the best in the long run.

I know You do all things for my good and in my best interest.

There is so much happening in my world that is so terrible.
Sometimes I don’t even know what to ask for.

You know the end results.
You know the best outcome.

I put everything in Your hands and try my best to listen for Your still small voice directing what You want me to do.

You are my Father, my Abba, my Daddy and I trust You completely.
I surrender to You.

I know You will take perfect care of me.
I know You will help with everything that needs helping.

I know You want to hear from me about everything so I’m asking You how to handle all the situations in my life.
I’m asking You to heal so many hurts.
I’m asking You to fix so many problems, to make things right.

I’m asking for Your guidance in everything I do.
I don’t know the answers, but I know You do.
And I know Your answers will be the right ones.

So, please help me, Father.

Thank you and Amen.

                                                                     (lilies)
See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’

Matthew 6:28-31

                              (geraniums)

                               (orchid)

                                         (orchid)

                              (orchid)

                             (orchid)

Prayer Request:

I am asking for prayers for the victims of the wild fires in the western part of the United States.  
Also for the firefighters.  
I also ask for prayers for our country in general.
There is so much turmoil. I ask for prayers for our politicians that they pray to God for direction and make decisions based on His Word and His Way.  
I pray for unity.  There is so much division.  
We are the United States of America 
and we all need to act in each other's best interest.
"We are one nation under God, 
indivisible, with liberty and justice for all."

Thank you so much for your prayers!
May God bless you greatly, my friend!

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The next post will be on August 18, 2018.

                                            I love sunsets.  
                           They give me hope for tomorrow.  
          They also remind me that God has my best interest in mind 
                                       in all things He does 
                    from the beginning of my days to the very end.