DAY EIGHT: INTERCESSION: BROKEN HOMES

Welcome to day eight.

Have you ever had a friend from a broken home?
Or have you personally been a victim of a broken home?

How was the feeling like?

Growing up, I had a bestfriend from a broken home.
I remember how she'd come to school almost every morning with tears and scars all over her body.
It's sad how her life turned upside down from the effects of the confusion in her home.

To God's glory, she has picked herself up and is working towards her goals. I become very proud of her every time she comes to mind.

Beloved, many are the people who are silently going through heartaches in their homes: they come out full of smiles but behind closed doors, they are going through so much suffering and overwhelming pain.

I want us to passionately intercede for such families in the name of Jesus Christ.
If you know anyone in this kind of predicament you can mention their names as you pray for them.

1. We are asking God to take His rightful place in the homes of such people in the name of Jesus Christ.

2. We are asking God to grant the spouses of such homes an overflow of His Agape love in the name of Jesus Christ!

3. We are asking the Holy Spirit to teach spouses how to correct each other and communicate in love.

4. We are committing all children in such homes in the hands of Jesus Christ. We are asking Jesus to show Himself strong in their lives and be the Lord of their lives.

5. Finally, we are asking the Lord, the Prince of Peace...to let His Peace reign supreme in such families in the name of Jesus Christ!

God bless you for making Intercession for these families.

It's still #SHARINGLIFE.

Let's start sharing!

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