DAY SEVENTEEN: INTERCESSION: PERSONS ENGAGED IN MENIAL JOBS

Hello and welcome to our seventeenth reflection.

We are praying for our neighbours who engage in menial jobs.

It sometimes is difficult seeing the nature of the jobs such persons undertake.
Nonetheless, the truth of the matter is that many of us in the so-called higher places would not function effectively without their services.

When I say menial jobs, I mean the domestic helps, janitors, cleaners, refuse collectors, porters, etc.

I want us to silently reflect on the lives of these people.
I want us to imagine a day in the life of these people.

Today, we are praying for a heart of service for these neighbours.

We are committing their families into God's hands: we are asking God to keep their families together....for the sake of their toil and to the Glory of His name.

We are committing their children especially, into the blood of Jesus Christ. We come against any form of social vice that may seek to plague their lives.

For the younger ones, we are asking Our Father to grant them favour in the eyes of men so that they may have benefactors who will turn their lives around.

Finally, we are praying for a life of total dependence on the Holy Spirit.

In Jesus' name!

God bless you for remembering our brethren such as these.

It's still #SHARINGLIFE.

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