Never underestimate prayers, never
Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2016 4:07 pmNever underate prayers. Especially those of a determined, faith filled Christian mother. It was the Vietnam war era. My praying mother prayed all three of her sons free of that place of death and darkness. Oh yes we'd have gone if called but her answered prayers redirected that. Standing in a line buck naked with the other victims as the doctor, a captain, examined me and said "get your clothes on, you're going home". I wasn't sad. Though I would have set my face and gone my dream did not involve being buried in a nameless rice paddy in the Vietnam delta. So, first as the eldest, I was 4F-ed due to an industrial accident I suffered when I was 17. 4F meaning I was physically not qualified. My brother next down, Jimmy, even though he carried an inoperable bullet in his back from a shooting accident as a boy, was able to join the Air Force but was kept stationed stateside. The youngest, Gene, was a different case. Drafted into the Army and trained as a medic he was headed directly for Southeast Asia. Vietnam. The life expectancy of a medic in Vietnam in the late 6o's early 70's was nil. Sitting in a Dallas Ft. Worth airport for the first leg of his fateful journey with several other fearful, grim young men pondering their fate. A call came over the loudspeaker for him as they waited and at the last minute Gene had received a change of orders, a heavenly redirect.
He was instead, to spend his hitch in a hospital in Germany as were his comrades that the Lord had pulled from the fires of war. My mother's prayers not only delivered him but those that were with him. Our praying mother had contacted everyone she could think of to pray with her, including those at Oral Roberts University. Her tenacity was amazing considering that she was and had been for years afflicted with the horrors of "Lupus" - the wolf. Little Mary Francis had done it. Her faith and prayers got straight through to the Heavenly Father and she was granted her hard won, hard kept sons. Never underestimate the power or effectiveness of your prayers or those that are born of a faithful mother's love.
Mary Francis Jennings with my daughter Joanna, whom we had as ours for only fifteen years before goung home with the Master. See ya'll soon!
And he told them a parable to the effect that they ought always to pray and not lose heart.
Luke 18:1 ESV
Psalm 22:9-11 KJVS
9 But thou art he that took me out of the womb: thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mother's breasts.
10 I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother's belly.
11 Be not far from me; for trouble is near; for there is none to help.
Frank Lee Jennings
He was instead, to spend his hitch in a hospital in Germany as were his comrades that the Lord had pulled from the fires of war. My mother's prayers not only delivered him but those that were with him. Our praying mother had contacted everyone she could think of to pray with her, including those at Oral Roberts University. Her tenacity was amazing considering that she was and had been for years afflicted with the horrors of "Lupus" - the wolf. Little Mary Francis had done it. Her faith and prayers got straight through to the Heavenly Father and she was granted her hard won, hard kept sons. Never underestimate the power or effectiveness of your prayers or those that are born of a faithful mother's love.
Mary Francis Jennings with my daughter Joanna, whom we had as ours for only fifteen years before goung home with the Master. See ya'll soon!
And he told them a parable to the effect that they ought always to pray and not lose heart.
Luke 18:1 ESV
Psalm 22:9-11 KJVS
9 But thou art he that took me out of the womb: thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mother's breasts.
10 I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother's belly.
11 Be not far from me; for trouble is near; for there is none to help.
Frank Lee Jennings