Heavenly Father hear my prayers. As a single mother things are overwhelming on me. I’m constantly struggling to support my children. The devil has sent people to attack me. I get harassed and called names for simply asking for prayers, but prayers are all I need. God gives me strength to keep going while I struggle to buy groceries and while I struggle to pay rent. Thank you Lord Jesus.❤️
God hears your prayers!! His word is good. He said he will NEVER leave you or forsake you. He will prepare a table for YOU in the presence of your enemy!! You will lifted up and exalted, sister!!!
Stay praying! Keep close with God! God will always provide! You will always find ways to pay your rent and get groceries for your children! God always comes through! Sending love, and light your way Sis! 🙏🏾
I'm writing this comment, living in the Belly of Babylon, the USA, in this political election season. This compilation of interviews with our beautiful sister Paula, is a perfect example of why it is a must for the original and indigenous people too bring into existence a completely new way of life and reality on our planet. The fallen ones have been ruling over this planet for far too long. I'm going to leave you with a poem from my book, TRYIN TIMES from the Pyramids to the Projects. FOOT PRINTS IN TIME... As we walk through this life we must leave our foot prints behind for our children. Footprints in time, are they yours are they mine? We confess one thing but in reality our prints seem to have vanished. The children are desperately asking, "Mommy, Daddy, Nana, Papa, Preacher, Teacher where are our footprints?" Here we go back to black His-Story month, because all we know is Satan's reshaped, resized story that looks, feels, smells and fits the same way. Having lost all of our senses, not knowing our own way, even made to reject it... Footprints in time, over generations, Orange has been made the new Black, and we continue to ask "what's wrong with these kids today? " Footprints in time, they're not yours they're not mine. Our prints, no longer etched in stone like kemetic hieroglyphics, because we have been tripping along following a pathway through sand... (support Black Art/available on Amazon)
