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i need help in praying my heart is worry.

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Posted by: mjones70

please is there anybody who can help me in praying, my son got robbed last night and now i can not sleep and am constantly worry about him when he leaves my house. i can't sleep i have been reading my bible since last evening and i am still feeling sick please can some one help me.


Posted by: Christian Commando

Lord-

Give this mother peace of mind and calm her heart to get the rest she needs, that she can stay strong and a pillar of you thru Christ for her son. In Jesus Name-Amen!!


Posted by: God's_2XPortion_Anointed_Woman

Dear God, comfort this dear mother's heart in Jesus' name. We bind the spirit of worry and loose peace into her life. God you have promised that her sleep will be sweet - "When [she] lies down, [she] will not be afraid; when [she] lies down, [her] sleep will be sweet" (Proverbs 3:24). May she sleep in your arms dear Lord, just like her dear son once sleep in her arms as a newborn. God, Jesus is love and therefore this dear mother needed not fear/worry for her son. For in God, there is no fear - "There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear" (1 John 4:18) & 2 Timothy 1:7
"For God hath not given [her] the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind." Help her to cast her cares upon you for you careth for her (1 Peter 5:7.) and this she knoweth full well. Give this dear mother a sound mind, perfect peace, and rest for her soul for you will protect her son and keep him in the safety of your arms in Jesus' mighty name!!!

I'm sure you have, but if not read, re-read and read again Matthew 6:25 - 34.

Here's a story that comes from my Women's Devotional Bible focusing on the above passage in Matthew:

Those Baby Monitors!
Beth Donigan Severson
"Worry and exhaustion were creeping up on me. My daughter Kate was ten days old and asleep in her crib on the second floor of our small Cape Code home. I had neglected to ask my husband to instruct me in the use of our new baby monitor and was certain it was quite beyond me. 'What did mothers do before the invention of baby monitors?" I asked myself as I ironed in the basement.
The doctor had given me strict instructions due to the trauma of Kate's birth: "One trip up and down the strairs a day, for two weeks!" Yet, there I was, running up two flights of stairs in between each garment I ironed, leaning breathlessly over the crib rail to assure myself that my helpless little babe was still breathing. On the trip back to the basement I would scold myself harshly for being silly. But, once again, while I was bending over the ironing board, fearful thoughts relentlessly teased, "What if crib death steals my baby away or what if she chokes and I'm not there?" So, back up the stairs I tread.
After one those completed round trips, the question I'd asked earlier, interrupted my fretting. What did mothers do before baby monitors? the still small voice residing in my heart replied, "They trusted in the Lord far more, worried far less, and got a lot more accomplised!" My thoughts were drawn next to Matthew 6:25, 27: "Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life...Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?" I knew then it was time to pause and confess: "Thank you, Father that little Kate is of great value to you and that she is under your constant watch. I am ashamed of my worries. Please forgive me and help me to trust her life to you. Amen."