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The two most powerful things you can do

1. Strive for personal holiness.

“Confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The earnest prayer of a righteous person has great power and produces wonderful results.” James 5:16 (NLT)

2. Pray.

“If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.” 2 Chronicles 7:14 (NIV)


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House of Prayer

By Wanda Priddy, Pearcy, Arkansas

All I learned about prayer I learned at 218 Maylott Street. That was where I grew up, raised by my grandma, Mama.

I would lie in bed at night listening to Mama pray for me. “Lord, let Wanda know you are always with her.” Those comforting words stayed with me after I moved out.

It was the comfort I desperately sought at my youngest son Ronnie’s hospital bedside. He was very ill and not expected to make it through the night.

If only someone would pray for Ronnie the way Mama used to pray for me, I thought, holding his hand.

That evening a nurse walked in, one I’d never seen before. I looked up into her gentle hazel eyes, her calm presence filling the room. “I felt I needed to come here,” she said. “Would it be all right if I pray for you?”

“Of course,” I said, surprised. No other nurse had offered to do that for us. It was exactly what I’d wanted!

“Lord, be with this family tonight. Let them know you are always with them,” she said. Her words soothed me just the way Mama’s prayers had all those years ago. Then she slipped out of the room. A little while later Ronnie passed away peacefully.

After Ronnie’s funeral, I wanted to find the nurse to thank her for the comfort she brought to me. But no one seemed to know who she was. I kept searching for months, to no avail.

One morning I ran into a friend at the little dollar store in my neighborhood. I told her about the nurse who had prayed for my son. A clerk standing nearby spoke up. “I couldn’t help but overhear,” she said. “The person you described sounds just like a lady who worked here before she became a nurse. I’ll get her number for you.”

Could it really be the same woman? The minute I got into my car, I dialed the number. A woman answered. I told her who I was, and asked if she was the one who had prayed with me.

“That was me,” she confirmed.

“Thank you for the comfort you gave me,” I said. “Where do you live? I’d love to send you a little something.”

“Two-eighteen Maylott Street,” she said.

I almost dropped the phone. Mama’s house—a house still full of prayer.

Source: http://www.guideposts.org/mysterious-ways/mysterious-ways-the-house-of-prayer

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The Snow Man

The snow often fell hard and heavy during the winters I lived in Colorado. It was coming down like crazy one afternoon when my boss closed the office and sent us home. I hurried to my car. I had to stop at the sitter’s house to pick up my two baby boys.

I made it the sitter’s house without too much trouble. “Be careful,” she said, as I strapped Nick, six months old, and Jon, 22 months old, into the backseat of the car.

“You know I will,” I said.

But almost as soon as her house was out of sight, the wind picked up and the snow began to swirl. My wipers fought to keep the windshield clear. I was tempted to pull over, but didn’t dare. With the babies aboard, I couldn’t afford to get stuck.

I kept moving, going slower and slower, trying to peer through the blinding snow. Without any help from me, the car came to a stop. “Don’t worry,” I told the children. “Mommy’s just going out to take a look, to see where we are.”

I opened the door. The wind almost knocked me off my feet. I fought my way around to the front of the car. I’ve driven into a snowdrift, I realized.

I climbed back into the car. What to do? I was half a mile from home, on a little-traveled road, without a cell phone. No way could we sit and wait for help. The babies would freeze half to death. No way could I carry them home. I closed my eyes and silently prayed, Lord, please help us.

I heard tapping at my window and opened my eyes. A big man was standing outside, dressed in denim overalls and a green plaid shirt. “Do you need help?” he asked.

“I have to get my babies home,” I said.

“Good thing I have a truck,” he said. He hoofed back to his old, green pickup, tied one end of a yellow tow rope to my car and the other end to his truck. Then he climbed behind the wheel and started his engine.

He pulled us several streets, even turned down my block and parked right in front of our house! So nice of him to go out of his way, I thought. While he untied the rope, I checked on Nick and Jon. Both were fast asleep. I turned back to thank the man… but he was gone. I looked down the street. Not a tire track in the virgin snow.

It was then that it struck me–I never even told the man where I lived.

How could he have known?

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Mysterious Ways: The Snow Man By Claudia Scott, Carlsbad, California

http://www.guideposts.org/mysterious-ways/mysterious-ways-the-snow-man

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Please pray for justice

One of the wronged citizens of West Newbury, MA, is a friend and regular here at PoliNation. I hope you will read the article AND the comments and commend her and her cause to God.

http://www.newburyportnews.com/local/x536941222/Police-chief-says-she-welcomes-inquiry

Luke 18

The Parable of the Persistent Widow

1 Then Jesus told his disciples a parable to show them that they should always pray and not give up. 2 He said: “In a certain town there was a judge who neither feared God nor cared what people thought. 3And there was a widow in that town who kept coming to him with the plea, ‘Grant me justice against my adversary.’

4 “For some time he refused. But finally he said to himself, ‘Even though I don’t fear God or care what people think, 5 yet because this widow keeps bothering me, I will see that she gets justice, so that she won’t eventually come and attack me!’”

6 And the Lord said, “Listen to what the unjust judge says. 7 And will not God bring about justice for his chosen ones, who cry out to him day and night? Will he keep putting them off? 8 I tell you, he will see that they get justice, and quickly. However, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?”

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Please pray for these people

It’s a brutal wildfire season in the southwest.

Above: This is just ONE of the many, many fires. I got the pics forwarded to me in an email, so thought I would highlight just this one fire to help make the problem more personal and pray-able. I mean … all that smoke so close to this Sierra Vista neighborhood and an Army base where hundreds of families live. It puts it into perspective, KWIM?

Below is the most current map of how big the problem is … and it doesn’t show all of Texas.

Obama denied Texas FEMA aid with all these fires. Nice guy, isn’t he? So caring about the welfare of others that he’s spending hundreds of millions to fight an illegal “humanitarian” war in Libya, but doesn’t lift a finger for our own people who are fighting for their homes and lives right here?

Oh wait. These are Christian, Republican states. My bad. He only cares about Muslims and Democrats.

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