Continue 2026

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Bruce and celebrated the New Year sick and alone on our couch, though extremely thankful and blessed to have gotten to see our new grandbaby, Seth, and also that we were able to take in all the other festivities before we expired to said couch.

All those hours out of commission gives one plenty time to ponder and reflect and try to come up with something that might propel you into the new year full of bright new energy. 

Alas, the only word I found was...'continue'. Which in my case doesn't mean I'm doing everything right. It just means...stay the course. Keep abiding in Jesus...Dwell under the Shadow of the Almighty...Keep learning how to say "no" to ungodly ways...and 'Yes' to Jesus. Obey...walk the kingdom walk...

I asked a few people to pray for me the other day and immediately was bombarded with attacks from what I believe was the enemy. I must be on to something Mighty if I get that much resistance.  So in that I will continue.  

Yes. I need my family of God. I need to ask for prayer. It keeps me broken and humble before the Only One who has all the answers of Heaven.

When I ask you to pray:
I need power and strength, God's, not mine.
I value your thoughts and opinions and attempts to help with words. But mostly I need prayers to be lifted to God so He can do the heavy lifting.
I'm not asking you to do anything physically. I'm especially not looking for
 judgment and critique of what I should
 do else wise with the request. That's up to
 God. So if you pray for me. Thank you.

Let's pray for each other...

That will make for a very good next year.
 Let's pray to be faithful. Let's pray we can
 work together for the kingdom of heaven. Let's pray to be rid of our lowly
 distractions of life and lift our eyes to
 our King...






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