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Category: Faith
7 Ways The Samaritan Was Good
It's not an easy thing to be a good Samaritan, no wonder even the priest took another way to further his journey. As far as he was concerned, he did not see it or better still he felt unsafe and was merely taking a safer route to avoid being the next victim.
Share the Bread- Let Healing go round🍞
Still on healing, let's talk about food and bread... I have some questions about bread in the end of this post. see if you can help me answer.
When It Seems No One Is Praying…
sometimes others may assume that you have it all under control. They probably see you as "the big guy " and their 'little prayers" may not change much for you. Unconsciously they have underestimated their labour in prayer for you.
Who Does the Gift of Healing Belong To? Part 3 of Healing the Gift of God.
one doesn't have to be in the faith in order to receive healing from God, they don't have to be born again to receive healing because it's a gift of God. God causes his sun and rain to fall on both the just and the unjust, it's in his nature to consistently go about doing good everwhere
I Thought I’d Be Healed- Part 2 of Healing the Gift of God
What would you say, if He only gave a Word of wisdom to someone you thought really needed a miracle, and would die if God didn't do something quickly?
When Next You Pray For The Sick- Part 1 of “Healing the Gift of God.”
stop planning or setting God up to perform miracles in your head and hope God follows the plan...
My daughter died – a miracle in despair
Really, as I stand here watching the scene, I ask, what could be more disheartening and hurting as watching your beloved daughter die?
Mr and Mrs L. warm, you’ll just love them.
Mr and Mrs. L. Warm are one of the nicest couples in my city and they are quite famous around the world for their generosity and liberality. They are satisfied with each other and are more open one to another with trust and much love
Not Alone At the cross roads.
I hope I wasn't late, I kept muttering to myself, and I hoped I knew what I was doing.
Jemmy's Journal 