W.H.I.P.: A Ministry Movement Guided By Prayer
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WOMEN HALLOWED IN PRAYER
A picture memory brings to me;
I look across the years and see
Myself beside my mother's knee.
I feel her gentle hand restrain
My selfish moods, and know again
A child's blind sense of wrong and pain.
But wiser now,
a man gray grown,
My childhood's needs are better known.
My mother's chastening love I own.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
You too, my mother, read my rhymes
For love of unforgotten times,
And you may chance to hear once more
The little feet along the floor.
— Robert Louis Stevenson
God made a wonderful mother,
A mother who never grows old;
He made her smile of the sunshine,
And He molded her heart of pure gold;
In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,
In her cheeks fair roses you see;
God made a wonderful mother,
And He gave that dear mother to me.
— Pat O'Reilly
How did you find the energy, Mom
To do all the things you did,
To be teacher, nurse and counselor
To me, when I was a kid.
How did you do it all, Mom
Be a chauffeur, cook and friend?
Yet find time to be a playmate,
I just can’t comprehend.
I see now it was love, Mom
That made you come whenever I’d call,
Your inexhaustible love, Mom
And I thank you for it all.
— Joanna Fuchs
If roses grow in heaven,
Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my Mother’s arms
and tell her they’re from me.
Tell her I love her and miss her,
and when she turns to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek
and hold her for awhile.
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it every day,
but there’s an ache within my heart
that will never go away.
I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
You walking down a lane among the poplars
On your way to the station, or happily
Going to second Mass on a summer Sunday–
You meet me and you say:
‘Don’t forget to see about the cattle–‘
Among your earthiest words the angels stray.
And I think of you walking along a headland
Of green oats in June,
So full of repose, so rich with life–
And I see us meeting at the end of a town
On a fair day by accident, after
The bargains are all made and we can walk
Together through the shops and stalls and markets
Free in the oriental streets of thought.
O you are not lying in the wet clay,
For it is harvest evening now and we
Are piling up the ricks against the moonlight
And you smile up at us — eternally.
I'm writing you to tell you that I love you
Something I hardly ever do.
I never tell you enough how much I love you and
It's something I must do.
I need to let you know mother how much
You really mean to me
So I'm telling you now you mean the world to me.
I need to thank you for all you do for me.
Your unconditional love toward me means a lot to me.
You've never turned your back on me and
I know it's something you'll never do.
Anytime I need someone to talk to
You're always there to help me through
And anytime I need a favor you always seem
To be there, too
There's nothing in this world that I could do
To pay you back for all you do.
When God gave me to you,
That's the best thing he could ever do,
So this poem is dedicated to you
Because I don't know how else to say
Thank You.
— Herman Vymislicky
WOMEN HALLOWED IN PRAYER!
May 2024
14 If you keep quiet at a time like this, deliverance and relief for the Jews will arise from some other place, but you and your relatives will die. Who knows if perhaps you were made queen for just such a time as this?”
Posted by Jackie Ealey on March 7, 2024 at 10:30pm 0 Comments 0 Likes
The family of Kavetta J. Freese would like to express their sincere appreciation to those who shared their thoughts, prayers, love, cards, and support during this difficult time. Your kindness and care have been comforting to us, and we thank God for you.
The Freese and Mathis Family
Please keep Dea. Keith Freese and Family lifted in prayer during this very difficult time. Min. Kavetta will be sorely missed, and her legacy will live on through this International Ministry, which is committed to continuing her vision. Blessings to all!
https://www.rhodenmemorialhome.com/obituary/MINISTERKAVETTA-FREESE
Posted by Jackie Ealey on March 3, 2024 at 7:30pm 0 Comments 0 Likes
Early Will We Seek You: A Prayer Devotional For Spouses https://a.co/d/eLpXQaM
Posted by Jackie Ealey on July 13, 2023 at 7:30pm 0 Comments 0 Likes
W.H.I.P. (WOMEN HALLOWED IN PRAYER INTERNATIONAL )
OPERATES ON GOD LEAD DONATIONS!
DONATIONS AND ASSEMBLY FEES CAN BE MAILED TO:
W.H.I.P. (WOMEN HALLOWED IN PRAYER INTERNATIONAL)
908 Lonesome Lilly Way
Pflugerville, Texas 78660
Or Contact: W.H.I.P. HEADQUARTERS @ 512-577-2295
Posted by Jackie Ealey on July 13, 2023 at 7:00pm 0 Comments 0 Likes
Mothers and guardians, please encourage your young ladies to join Young Women Hallowed In Prayer.
Ages 7-12 Contact
Sis. Wanda Simmons, 504-452-5090, email: wandasimmions@bellsouth.net
Ages 13-16 Contact
Sis. Myrtle Carter, 512-865-7103, email: myrtlecarter7@gmail.com
Ages 17-21 Contact
Sis. Lawanna West, 314-440-7040, email: itwest@aol.com
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