Faith and Marriage Ministries » Prayers For Marriage Restoration – Women

As I contend and war for the restoration of my marriage, in all areas, I must realize I am in an all out battle for our souls. 

I must be battle ready, daily, through prayer, repentance, worship, study in the word, and a review of the heavenly armor of God (Eph. 6). 

I wear this armor continuously, even when I sleep, but I must renew my mind in the power of God as I wear each piece.  I must daily ask if I have given the enemy a foothold, allowing him access to torment and weaken my resolve. 

When I remind myself of the armor I wear, I am also reminding myself that “Jesus who is in me is greater than he who is in the world” (1 John 4: 4 NKJV). And, I must remember that each piece of the armor is an attribute and a name of God that I choose to wear.  I call on the power of God, in His armor, to stand against the assault of the wicked one, and I march forth, as an anointed soldier, fighting the good fight, victorious to the end!

I found the ministry link below as I was praying for my marriage in the early morning hours of my day.  The scripture and prayers that follow will encourage and uplift you as you fight for the marriage God intended you both to have.  May you find support and resolve as you continue to persevere for what is good and right in God’s sight.

You can also read more prayers, and sign up for ongoing prayer support with the ministry attached.  Just follow the links at the bottom of the prayer.

Blessings, and honor, and favor to you,

- A Fellow Warrior Contending in Faith

http://www.faithandmarriageministries.org/marriage-restoration-prayers/prayers-for-marriage-restoration-women/

Cardinal of Hope

Cardinal of Hope

On a day that is bleak, though there’s new fallen snow,

You fret and you ponder which way you should go.

You haven’t the heart to believe any more

That the plans He has made would your own faith restore.

You’ve struggled and tried to use your own power

To understand things before the right hour.

But Jesus replies, “Rest in my unending grace.

Know my love and purpose is surely in place.

I will not leave you nor forsake you my child;

Your faith is the fabric put on in the trial.

So trust in me daughter and lean not on you,

For the secret lies deep in the pain you go through.

Acknowledge me daily with every heart cry,

And I will show you the answer to ‘Why?’

The fruit you produce in obedience will

One day be a legacy your children fulfill.

So look for the blessing I will send your way;

A cardinal of hope to strengthen your day.”

All my love,

Jesus

by

Kathleen M. Wichterman

A Mom’s Tribute

A Mom’s Tribute

He’s here, he’s here, he’s here!  Been crying “happy tears.”  My Air Force son is home for awhile, I’m full of Christmas cheer.

We haven’t seen him for a very long time; he’s tall, still thin, all smiles!  His dad’s real proud and hugs him hard; mom praises God all the while.

He’s safe, he’s changed, but in very suttle ways – A MAN, no longer a child.  The places he’s been, and the stories he shares – wisdom from experience compiled.

The tears and the smiles are jumbled inside as I think of the years that we’ve shared:  a baby, a boy, a teen, now a man – does he know how much I cared?

I have to let go (holding on the whole while) knowing he’s only here for a time.  My task in his life was to train him to love, and to “fight the good fight” through his prime.

I’m happy and sad, though he’s been here one day;  need to relish the moments we have!  So proud and so humbled, his journey thus far – changing fear to faith as life’s salve.

I’m praying the same for each parent today, those with children both here and afar;  that your peace and assurance would come from Christ’s love.  Know He cares for them right where they are.

A very Merry Christ-mas, and a Happy and Peaceful New Year to each and everyone of you.

- From a very contented mom!

Kathleen M. Wichterman
12/14/11

P.S.  This is the way a Pinkthinker thinks! 

Painting the Sky Pink

It’s “Day Light Savings Time” and I got out of bed this morning thinking it was 5:30 when it was actually 4:30.

It was still quite dark, and I felt like stepping outside into our fenced in backyard to wake up with the birds and the sunrise.  We just closed on our house August 30, 2011.  So everything is still new to me, including the state of Missouri – though we’ve been here a year now, yet at a temporary location.

As I sat on the yard swing, drinking a hot cup of Lipton tea, gently moving back and forth, enjoying the cool November air, I looked upward.  With the absence of stars, I knew there was a cloud covering.  I wondered if we’d get the rain predicted by the weatherman.

I sat for a long while, contemplating the stress of the past two months restoring our current foreclosure home.  Really, the stress of the past two years with getting our Minnesota house ready for sale, then purchasing and remodeling our first Missouri foreclosure home in August of 2010, and then the second house we are now restoring.  It has been CONSUMING!

As tears formed, I let the emotions rise to the surface, feeling sad about some relational issues, then relieved and hopeful that things will change, and nothing is forever, except God, and my wedding vows.  Circumstances of temporary chaos are not a good indicator of reality.  I long for some sense of normalcy.

As I wiped my eyes with the sleeve of my red flannel jacket, because of course I had no kleenex, I began to see a CHANGE in the light of the cloud covering, and a pink hue forming.  I smiled, to my Heavenly Father, with new tears of joy, that He knows me so completely, and assures me in His everlasting love, with a morning canvas of pink promises of peace.

Thank you, Lord Jesus, for what You have done for me, and how You minister to me through Holy Spirit.  I love you with heartfelt gratitude.  <3

Armor

A friend just posted this on Facebook, and it is something I treasure.  I was just talking with girlfriends the other day, asking what their armor would look like if they could design it.

I said that I like pink now, but used to hate it. And I still don’t go for pastel or neon pink.  My armor would by unique to me, and have shades of raspberry pink, like little girl wears in my book “Darkness and Light – The Little Girl in Pink” (A Journey from Fear to Faith).  Go to http://www.puzzlepieces.info for pricing and purchase information.

I would have a silk blouse and skirt (fabric that is cool or warm when needed – so you don’t perspire), with leggings, in raspberry. My breastplate would have “bling” – “diamond shaped hearts” of various cuts, shapes, and sizes, and other precious jewels (just like the priests who were in the temple service of the wilderness tabernacle – http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=pictures+of+breast+plate+of+high+priest&view=detail&id=5151EB82E7F97060743870346622812A704C2C20&first=0). The shoulders would have crosses made of white gold and silver.

The belt would have blue sapphires and diamond studs varied throughout, again with crosses and the word “Isaiah 61″ engraved in front. My boots would need to be comfortable enough to climb mountains, sturdy enough for protection, therefore including steel toes, water proof to keep my feet dry when fording rivers, and lined with mink for softness.

My shield would have a strong protective metal, to prevent armor piercing bullets from penetrating. It would have a raspberry colored background, and a coat of arms depicting a victorious over comer with a heart for the lost and wounded.  The insignia would combine a painting of a Lion for Jesus, and a Lamb for me -  a true lady warrior’s personal statement.

My helmet would be feminine, but sturdy, resembling a crown, yet practical to be able to see the enemy clearly. And finally, my sword would be made of a special, one of a kind “blue” metal, created by God, exclusively for me. It would be light weight, yet be able to cut through anything, physical or spiritual. It would have beautiful curves, and a gilded handle of jewels and velvet – raspberry of course.

Though we may fight through adversity as women, and contend for our faith in intercession, we don’t have to look or act like Amazons to fight our spiritual battles.  God made us ladies, in his image, yet different from man.  Let’s practice winning others over for the Lord Jesus with a loving, gentle, quiet spirit (http://bible.cc/1_peter/3-4.htm), rather than reacting with fear and irrational emotions.

What would your armor look like, and how have you been overcoming the battles in your life?  Are they godly, or reminiscent of the world’s way?  Read Ephesians Chapter 6 verses 10-20 to get a better understanding of our role in spiritual warfare.  It’s real, we’re under attack, but WE SHALL OVERCOME!

Why PINK?

Pink is a girl color, right! Well, what if you are a girl, but you don’t like PINK?

As a little girl, my mother dressed me in shades of pink, in frilly lacy dresses. I Guess I didn’t mind, then. So when did the change take place?

I think I evolved into pants and sneakers, or Tomboy attire, when we moved about an hour out of the main city of Minneapolis, Minnesota. We were moving “up north” to Big Lake, having just purchased 85 acres of land for a campground and lodge. That was 1971, and I was 10 years old.

I am the oldest of five: four girls, about two years apart, and then my brother, twelve years younger than me. My parents, and those of us kids who could help, were very busy clearing land for campsites. Pants seemed more practical for us girls at that time, because we were always getting dirty. And when I wasn’t working, I was climbing trees, playing with wild animals, fishing, and all sorts of non-traditional “girl” activities.

But there was another reason I stopped liking dresses, and PINK. I didn’t realize it until 30 years later, but the realization changed my life forever.

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