Friday, September 15, 2006


Bow down your heavens, O LORD, and come down!
Touch the mountains so that they smoke!
Psalm 144:5
I am praying for my friend. I am asking You for a miracle...something that is unmistakably, undeniably You, and You alone! I am asking You for this thing and "may the sons of his youth be like plants full grown, and his daughters like corner pillars cut for the structure of a palace; may his granaries be full, providing all kinds of produce; may his sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in his fields; may his cattle be heavy with with young, suffering no mishap or failure in bearing; may there be no cry of distress in his streets!" (Psalm 144:12-14)
Blessed are the people to whom such blessings fall!
Blessed are the people whose God is the Lord!
(Psalm 144:15)
Father, rain these blessings on my brother...whose God is You, the Lord Almighty. Bless his wife, his sons, and his daughters. Bless the work You have called him to. Bow down Your heavens and touch the mountains so that they smoke!
I love You dearly and reverently!