Let’s be roof-rippers.
Where there is heartache. And tragedy. And loss. Let’s not just stand by and shake our heads. Let’s not watch the news for thirty minutes and then let our days go on as normal. Let’s get on knees and pound fists on heaven and pray for our country. Let’s weep with those who weep. Let’s be the Luke-5-friends that carry the physically and emotionally wounded up to the roof. And then tear open a hole. And lift them down to the feet of Jesus. Let’s not think that our prayers will be lost in the collective cries of the hurting and the outraged.
Let’s intercede. And pray without ceasing.
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Let’s rip off roofs on behalf of friends and strangers alike.
Let’s be roof-rippers.
I saw the title of this post and knew exactly what passage this came from in the bible. Honestly, it stirred something in me. Prayer has the power to heal and change and yet so many people use it as a last option as opposed to a first. Thank you for this post. It truly added a blessing to my day.
My daughter who has struggled with infertility sent me this link. I was crying because she got her period again! And my younger daughter is due to have her first baby is September. And I have a teen mom living with me who doesn’t want therapy she’s pregnant with and is giving it up for adoption. I’m so so weary! Thanks for your real words!
Found you through 50 percent. Love your blog!
Jane, Just wanted to share my infertility story with you. My husband and I tried to have a baby for 12 1/2 years. I had two miscarriages and lost the end of my right fallopian tube due to an eptopic pregnancy. After buying our first home, I discovered I was pregnant and prepared my heart for another miscarriage. As the months clicked by I realized I may have a chance at a live birth. I gave birth to a beautiful little girl and we were so happy. I never prayed for another baby because I did not want to seem ungrateful for the gift God had given me. Some how I never felt my family was complete and a year and half later I became pregnant with my Son. A year after having my Son I had to have a complete hysterectomy due to the return of Fibroid Tumors and immense pain. My babies are now 18 and 20 years old. My daughter is following in my foot steps and plans to become a Nurse and my Son will be finishing his Senior year in High School and plans to study computers. I am so proud of my kids and they are the absolute joy of my life. Wishing you the best in the months to follow. Motherhood is the most amazing journey and is one of the best gifts from our Lord.