The LORD reminded me yesterday of many years ago of Him calling me to prayer all night. Although I could hear the urgency of the call. There was always a nagging feeling that I needed someone else to be there to pray with me. Never ever had the feeling been put in check. Throughout my journey every assignment Abba Father entrusted me I found someone else to do it for me. This led to a downward spiral without realizing the needing and giving it to someone else was really a spirit of rebellion. Also, with regards to praying throughout the night was really a personal walk of intimacy with Abba Father. Hidden deep and embedded in the chambers of my heart were traumatic experiences which held me captive and laden with sin. Without realizing it I was a slave to fear and tried to please everyone. Something far sinister was happening! No matter what was coming against me I refused to fight back or even respond. However, the call to pray throughout the night continued persistently. One night
Mama Rosie was a giver and always sowed into our lives, especially the grandchildren. She baked the best Macaroni ever made and at Family Day gatherings this was the number one request! Mama Rosie had a passion for gardening and spent much time in her beautiful garden which gave me profound inspiration to write. I always looked forward to visits to sit and speak with her while listening to her powerful words of wisdom. However, I could not leave unless I spent some time in her beautiful garden. Mama Rosie returned from the hospital. She said, “Margaret, my travelling days are over! Jesus is holding my hand.” She did not mince her words and exemplified courage and strength while she looked away. Mama Rosie’s words are a comfort to me as is the harsh reality really sunk in that, she is gone. Which saddens me to the core of my being and reminded of daddy's words in a dream before his passing. On the phone was Mama Rosie, she said, Margaret, Daddy wants to speak with you. His words,