2013, ISBN: 9781236970428

Raised by loving parents, Tammie Evans uses the power of prayer to guide her through challenges. As a child, she had often watched her mother pray. She became … Plus…

Raised by loving parents, Tammie Evans uses the power of prayer to guide her through challenges. As a child, she had often watched her mother pray. She became curious and asked her mother, "Why do you pray this way?" Her mother's response made her aware of the goodness of God. Her mother also explained that forgiveness is necessary, and it must be applied at times. As Tammie grew, she always remembered what her mother, Trafford Publishing, 3/11/2010 0:00:00, Not every tool is appropriate for every job, in the same way, not every kind of prayer effectively gets the job done. In your warfare, you must be armed with the right prayer for the right circumstance you’re facing. Prayers are powerful, and knowing which form of prayer to use, when and how makes it even more dominant. If you have been praying for years about one particular issue and haven’t seen any change, it may be that you’re employing the wrong kind of prayer. Strategic Prayers for Spiritual Warfare is designed to teach the young and the mature believer the different types of prayers and how to pray them effectively assuring results. Enter in and let the Holy Spirit teach your hands to war and your fingers to fight! Weight:0.2 lbs, CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, 11/7/2013 0:00:00, Five Fingers Press, 1991. First Edition. Trade Paperback. Near Fine. 8vo - over 7¾" - 9¾" tall., Five Fingers Press, 1991, This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1902 edition. Excerpt: ... him, she was gone, and he was seated at a table, his trembling fingers grasping a cup of wine which the elderly servant who had admitted him was holding to his lips. On the table before him were a spit of partridges and a cake of white bread. When he had swallowed a second mouthful of wine--which cleared his eyes as by magic--the man urged him to eat. And he fell to with an appetite that grew as he ate. By-and-by, feeling himself again, he became aware that two of Madame's women were peering at him through the open doorway. He looked that way and they fled giggling into the court; but in a moment they were back again, and the sound of their tittering drew his eyes anew to the door. It was the custom of the day for ladies of rank to wait on their favourites at table; and he wondered if Madame were with them, and why she did not come and serve him herself. But for awhile longer the savour of the roasted game took up the major part of his thoughts; and when prudence warned him to desist, and he sat back, satisfied after his long fast, he was in no mood to be critical. Perhaps--for somewhere in the house he heard a lute--Madame was entertaining those whom she could not leave? Or deluding some who might betray him if they discovered him? From that his mind turned back to the streets and the horrors through which he had passed; but for a moment and no more. A shudder, an emotion of prayerful pity, and he recalled his thoughts. In the quiet of the cool room, looking on the sunny, vine-clad court, with the tinkle of the lute and the murmurous sound of women's voices in his ears, it was hard to believe that the things from which he had emerged were real. It was still more unpleasant, and as futile, to dwell on them. A day of reckoning... Weight:0.26 lbs, RareBooksClub.com, 9/13/2013 0:00:00<

ISBN: 9781236970428

RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 56 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purc… Plus…

RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 56 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1902 edition. Excerpt: . . . him, she was gone, and he was seated at a table, his trembling fingers grasping a cup of wine which the elderly servant who had admitted him was holding to his lips. On the table before him were a spit of partridges and a cake of white bread. When he had swallowed a second mouthful of wine--which cleared his eyes as by magic--the man urged him to eat. And he fell to with an appetite that grew as he ate. By-and-by, feeling himself again, he became aware that two of Madames women were peering at him through the open doorway. He looked that way and they fled giggling into the court; but in a moment they were back again, and the sound of their tittering drew his eyes anew to the door. It was the custom of the day for ladies of rank to wait on their favourites at table; and he wondered if Madame were with them, and why she did not come and serve him herself. But for awhile longer the savour of the roasted game took up the major part of his thoughts; and when prudence warned him to desist, and he sat back, satisfied after his long fast, he was in no mood to be critical. Perhaps--for somewhere in the house he heard a lute--Madame was entertaining those whom she could not leave Or deluding some who might betray him if they discovered him From that his mind turned back to the streets and the horrors through which he had passed; but for a moment and no more. A shudder, an emotion of prayerful pity, and he recalled his thoughts. In the quiet of the cool room, looking on the sunny, vine-clad court, with the tinkle of the lute and the murmurous sound of womens voices in his ears, it was hard to believe that the things from which he had emerged were real. It was still more unpleasant, and as futile, to dwell on them. A day of reckoning. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN., RareBooksClub<