SCSunny - about 1 hour ago: Thank you dear one and I pray the Lord showers you with favor in your finances and health and in areas of your life in Jesus sweet precious name Amen

SCSunny - about 1 hour ago: Thank you and I pray blessings and favor on you and your family

SCSunny - about 1 hour ago: You are right something is wrong because things are not working right. Thank you for your prayers and I am still praying for your daughter and you to have the favor of God in all you do

SCSunny - about 1 hour ago: God bless you and thank you and may God give you favor in all you put your hand to Love Sunny

SCSunny - about 1 hour ago: Thank you so very much and may God shower you with favor in all you do

SCSunny - about 1 hour ago: God bless you and I pray the favor of God follow you where ever you go

SCSunny - about 1 hour ago: God bless you for this special prayer and I pray God's favor to cover you

SCSunny - 1 day ago: Yes I pray he does too. Thank you for your prayes and may the favor of God be all over you

SCSunny - 1 day ago: God give you favor in all you do today

SCSunny - 1 day ago: Thank you so much and may all your prayers be answered in Jesus name

SCSunny - 1 day ago: God bless you and thank you and I am expecting answers to your prayers and mind and we will post them on this site

SCSunny - 2 days ago: When we pray God's Word He promises it will not come back void in Isaiah 55:11. God keeps His promises. I appreciate your prayers for me and I can't wait until this whole website is filled with prayer answere tags. Keep in touch and I am asking God to answer all your prayers in Jesus name. Amen

SCSunny - 2 days ago: God bless you and thank you so very much and may all your prayers be answered.

SCSunny - 3 days ago: Oh thank you so much. How precious you are and it is alright to copy and paste because at least you are letting them know you are praying and thinking about their needs. I pray the Lord blesse you and gives you all your hearts desires. In Jesus name. I am including a sweet story and I pray it blesses you too. The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited me. The breeze was chilly but I strode along, trying to recapture the serenity I needed. 'Hello, Mr. P,' she said. 'Do you want to play?' 'What did you have in mind?' I asked, with a twinge of annoyance. 'I don't know. You say.' 'How about charades?' I asked sarcastically. The tinkling laughter burst forth again. 'I don't know what that is.' 'Then let's just walk.' Looking at her, I noticed the delicate fairness of her face. 'Where do you live?' I asked. 'Over there.' She pointed toward a row of summer cottages. Strange, I thought, in winter. 'Where do you go to school?' 'I don't go to school. Mommy says we're on vacation.' She chattered little girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind was on other things. When I left for home, Wendy said it had been a happy day. Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed. Three weeks later, I rushed to my beach in a state of near panic. I was in no mood to even greet Wendy. I thought I saw her mother on the porch and felt like demanding she keep her child at home. 'Look, if you don't mind,' I said crossly when Wendy caught up with me, 'I'd rather be alone today.' She seemed unusually pale and out of breath. 'Why?' she asked. I turned to her and shouted, 'Because my mother died!' and thought, My God, why was I saying this to a little child? 'Oh,' she said quietly, 'then this is a bad day.' 'Yes,' I said, 'and yesterday and the day before and -- oh, go away!' 'Did it hurt?' she inquired. 'Did what hurt?' I was exasperated with her, with myself. 'When she died?' 'Of course it hurt!' I snapped, misunderstanding, wrapped up in myself. I strode off. A month or so after that, when I next went to the beach, she wasn't there. Feeling guilty, ashamed, and admitting to myself I missed her, I went up to the cottage after my walk and knocked at the door. A drawn looking young woman with honey-colored hair opened the door. 'Hello,' I said, 'I'm Robert Peterson. I missed your little girl today and wondered where she was.' 'Oh yes, Mr. Peterson, please come in. Wendy spoke of you so much. I'm afraid I allowed her to bother you. If she was a nuisance, please, accept my apologies.' 'Not at all -- she's a delightful child.' I said, suddenly realizing that I meant what I had just said. 'Wendy died last week, Mr. Peterson. She had leukemia. Maybe she didn't tell you.' Struck dumb, I groped for a chair. I had to catch my breath. 'She loved this beach, so when she asked to come, we couldn't say no. She seemed so much better here and had a lot of what she called happy days. But the last few weeks, she declined rapidly...' Her voice faltered, 'She left something for you, if only I can find it. Could you wait a moment while I look?' I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for something to say to this lovely young woman. She handed me a smeared envelope with 'MR. P' printed in bold childish letters. Inside was a drawing in bright crayon hues -- a yellow beach, a blue sea, and a brown bird. Underneath was carefully printed: A SANDPIPER TO BRING YOU JOY. Tears welled up in my eyes, and a heart that had almost forgotten to love opened wide. I took Wendy's mother in my arms. 'I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry,' I uttered over and over, and we wept together. The precious little picture is framed now and hangs in my study. Six words -- one for each year of h er li f e -- that speak to me of harmony, courage, and undemanding love. A gift from a child with sea blue eyes and hair the color of sand -- who taught me the gift of love. NOTE: This is a true story sent out by Robert Peterson. It happened over 20 years ago and the incident changed his life forever. It serves as a reminder to all of us that we need to take time to enjoy living and life and each other. The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less. Life is so complicated, the hustle and bustle of everyday traumas can make us lose focus about what is truly important or what is only a momentary setback or crisis. This week, be sure to give your loved ones an extra hug, and by all means, take a moment... even if it is only ten seconds, to stop and smell the roses. This comes from someone's heart, and is read by many and now I share it with you... May God Bless everyone who receives this! There are NO coincidences! Everything that happens to us happens for a reason. Never brush aside anyone as insignificant. Who knows what they can teach us? I wish for you, a sandpiper.

SCSunny - 3 days ago: Thank you for the candles and the prayers and I pray that all your prayers are answered and you get all your hearts desire.