Precious Prayers

Sitting in silence she tries to take hold of the hope that seems to be slipping away. Just out of her grasp there lies an abundance of all things hoped for. Waiting to be discovered are the answers to her prayers ….. mountains of prayers.... new and old. Some she has forgotten, others still freshly burned upon her mind. The one who holds them ,who answers them, will never forget. Even the prayers that have come through tears with no words to form them. Precious in his sight they are....they all are.

*** Angela Jennifer ***

~Memories~

There is a dwelling place in the back of my mind where memories reside.
Some ,I intentionally look for. I find them, dust them off and welcome them with open arms.
A few are hidden away,off limits so to speak... laying amidst the cobwebs... obedient to stay where I have placed them.
Others I cant get away from try as I may.
Ever before me, displaying their menacing smiles.
I put them away, lock them up tight and shut the door.
Still, they find their way back... piercing my heart again and again.
I look them full in the face as I utter the words....
"What must I do to finally be rid of you?"


*** Angela Jennifer ***

Battle for my dreams

He laughs as he points and mocks me.
Although he is invisible to the eye I can still see.

Do you really think you are winning in this battle for my dreams?
My God will not let me be defeated, even though I am not quite sure what all of this means.

*** Angela Jennifer ***

Storms and Beasts

The enemy stands and mocks. He laughs and whispers, ever accusing. His time is short so he plans and he schemes, using his full arsenal of imps and demonic forces. The current struggle is nothing more than an illusion. You have shown me victory from your holy hill. Your holding the answer in your hand. You have spoken to me in the darkness of night. As I slept you have shown me winds raging, beasts lurking from the depths. Although I watched in fear as the horrors lurked and loomed about me, I was but a witness to them. They were not allowed to touch me. Although the dangers were very real, your hand, as a shield kept them from carrying me away. Now, as awake as ever I see it unfolding and I see no way of escape. My heart trembles and the familiar sting of defeat rises in my heart. Hopelessness rears its ugly head........and then.....You say..." I have shown this to you in advance..remember?" So I cling to your promises. SEEING no way out, but KNOWING you are making a way. The storms and beasts are but dust in your mighty hand. Shut the mouth of the serpent, let all the plans of evil men be thwarted. 


*** Angela Jennifer ***

The Fire Of Your Presence....

The Fire of your presence is where I long to be. Wrapped in the warmth of your love. Your fire touches and cleanses and imparts wisdom. You have spoken to me in the midst of that fire. How comforting yet terrifying all at once. You've held me up so that I can stand in your presence. Talking to me without words. Showing me things for an appointed time...yet all I need is more of you when I am wrapped in your arms. 




*** Angela Jennifer ***

Creation Of An Unspoiled Daughter.....

When will your hand open to release all you have promised? You have burned the doubt from my mind completely. Now my prayer is how much longer until you move on my behalf? 

My enemy stands and mocks me all day long. Shut his mouth and show me your kindness and favor today.

I have been brought low over and over again. Those that know me stand and watch my disappointments come over and over again. There eyes and thoughts are condemning me as they know not of all you have promised me. Shaking their heads in disbelief at the way of life that is mine. 

Let your Glory be revealed this very day. Show me mercy or I feel that I will surely die in the darkness that veils my eyes. My soul is weary, although I continue to feel your spirit hover all around me. I know that I am not alone as I endure the pain and hardships of this life you have given me. 

I long for the simplest of things that I see those around me take for granted again and again. Waste is what I see. Waste and unrecognized selfishness. Thank you that I will never be accused of this. 

You have given me many gifts in the midst of my struggles. One being that of a truly grateful heart.

 Everything you allow me to have is by your hand not mine. How foolish are those who are blinded by all of their material things and say in their heart "look at all I posses by my own hands, it is mine!" Do they not understand that it is only by your grace that they have any possessions at all? 

You have called me to be unspoiled. You have shown me, although it is has been terribly painful, that every good thing comes from you and you alone. It is a tremendous gift although it is difficult for me to receive. 

*** Angela Jennifer ***

My Daily Bread

You open your hand and release daily bread to your child.
Though my needs are many, you meet them all ... 
in your perfect way, in your perfect time.


Days pass when i hear not your sweet voice or feel your hand upon me, 
Even so, your tender hand delivers my daily bread faithfully. 


I am as an infant, helpless in this world in so many ways.

As a doting Father, you cherish me...provider of my daily bread.... from the breaking of the dawn,

until the sun sets on another day.

*** Angela Jennifer ***

Alone but for One

Alone but for One. I stand and call out, as the echo only returns to me, time and time again.
You and I are in this place together although you will not reveal your self.
I still feel you and catch a faint whisper from time to time.
Will you ever reveal yourself and shine the light to lead me out? 
More waiting...more questions...
I feel that the light will surely blind me if I were to leave the darkness of this place. 
It seems although I detest it, its all I have known for so long. 
For Mercy and Deliverance I pray. 
The hope of these fuels me, as my daily bread. 
I would have perished in my misery long ago without them. 
Sustaining me, nourishing my soul to live and not die. 
Alone but for One.... feeding me Hope as a mother feeds her child. 




*** Angela Jennifer ***