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Oh my goodness! God never ceases to open my eyes to the things that are outside of me. The moment I begin to close in on myself, the moment I begin to make a huge deal about my issues, the moment I begin to just simply think the world revolves around me, God smacks me in the head with the Truth and opens my eyes to the things that around me. Things that are happening as im sitting on my bed writing this. Christians being persecuted, a child is being sold to slavery...by a family memeber, a baby being aborted, a boy being bullied, or a girl making herself barf because she thinks she's fat, suicide, someone is begging for food while im sipping on a warm cup of coffee, a child is being raped, mallested or kidnapped, a father is being abusive physically and emotionally, someone dying from cancer...I mean the list goes on and on. And what bothers me the most is that I don't ever think about these things, and when I do...I doubt that my little prayer will do anything. Oh my goodness I am so foolish. While these things are painful for me to think about...some hit very close to home, I know that God is just and that He has a plan and He is in control. I know that each experience in everyones life is not wasted. never.
While my heart breaks completely, into thousands and thousands little pieces at the thought of those things, I thank Jesus! I thank Him for all He's blessed me with, and I intend to use it all for His glory. My heart aches for the people that are daily being persecuted, but I take advantage of the fact that I have freedom. Their trials and burdans and hurts are not their own, it affects the whole body!
God has been really breaking my heart, showing me that prayer is powerful. So I will continue to pray...if that is absolutely the only thing I can do, I will do it. I will not dwell on my issues, (not that they don't need to be dealt wtih-there is a way of dealing with our heart's issues with out focusing on ourselves.)

So whoever is actually reading this post right now, take the time to pray for something that is ourside of yourself. We can not be unified as a Church if we don't pray for one another, not only praying for your family and friends, BUT for others in the world that are just like us. If you think that persecution is not happening? guesss what? it is. so is slavery, traffecking, abuse....and so on. So come one, lets pray!
LORD PLEASE BREAK OUR HEARTS FOR WHAT BREAKS YOURS, PLEASE HELP US TO NOT DOUBT YOU AND YOUR POWER. HUMBLE US, LET US BE A GENERATION THAT LOVES YOU AND SEEKS YOU...UNITE US. REVEAL OUR SELFISH HEARTS TO US.
Remember the prisoners as if chained with them-those who are mistreated-since you yourselves are in the body also. -Hebrews 13:3

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