“The RoseBouquet”

Your sister-in-law calls to say their little boy is in the hospital, VERY sick. The one you especially love!

Your spouse has some aches and pains that won’t go away and has some tests done by the doctor. Next thing you know, there’s a call from the doctor - “Not Cancer!” you shriek as you pound the wall with your fists.

Maybe it is a call on the prayer chain from church. The most loved, faithful, considerate couple in the whole church have just been in an accident and both killed.

Things can get rather tense and stressed out with your kids, or a co-worker, and you know you are at the end of your rope. It’s time for a panic prayer, and instant answers.

But…you worry about doing it right, don’t you?

Or that God doesn’t like you to be always whining for help on short notice.

Guess what. I’ve got plenty of experience with panic praying. I’ve even given my heroine in my first novel, “Ruthe’s Secret Roses” a personality that is often shrieking to God for help. You should see what kind of scraps she gets into, and how wonderfully God comes through for her.

Here’s a sample from the first chapter:

QUOTE:
“Oh-h Lord!” another part of her whimpered, “I’m sorry, but, unless You give me the courage, I can’t do it! Should I really go in there?”

“Ach-h, you silly country bumpkin,” her fears taunted her again, “Drive yourself to Emergency. There’s St. Paul’s hospital just up the street.”

“Will you shut up!” Ruthe cried out. “The Lord God Almighty is with me. If He wants me to go in there He’ll give me the courage.”

For a stunned moment she considered the echo of those words. The battle eased for her some, but she drove around the block once more.

Three tears dribbled down her cheeks as she prayed with a fresh conviction that there was someone God wanted her to rescue in that place. She vowed to go in. Abruptly, she parked in front of the door and dashed in. Fast.
ENDQUOTE.

Later that night she’s rejoicing–

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Panic Prayers