The Prayers of Black Women

March 10

“Unto the upright there arises light in the darkness; He is gracious, and full of compassion, and righteous.”

Psalm 112:4

PRAYER

Father God, thank you for your grace and mercy. Today we ask that you allow your people to see the hope you’ve promised for dark days. Amen

Prayer Request:

Lord, I’m praying for Gina and her family. Yesterday her uncle died from COVID. His death has impacted the family with grief and bewilderment. Bring the light of hope, understanding and comfort to this family. Amen

The Prayers of Black Women

February 25

I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.

Psalm 139:14

Prayer:

Father God, creator of the Universe, let us praise you for the life we live. Let your works give wings to our dreams and make them reality. Bless us with your favor as we celebrate daily with thanksgiving for being fearfully and wonderfully made. Amen

The Prayers of Black Women

February 16

Now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in you.

Psalm 39:7

Sometimes people must learn to ride the waves of life when it comes to destressing, especially those that are born with successful instincts.

PRAYER

Father God my hope is truly in you. Light the path I must follow brightly and let me stay on it when all seems lost. For you and you alone know the plans you have for me. Jeremiah 29:11 says, your plans are to make me prosperous as you promise never to hurt me, as you give me hope and a future. Amen

The Prayer’s of Black Women

November 2

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.

Psalm 121:1-2 KJV

Ancestral prayers can last for generations. My grandmother was the prayer warrior for her family. She was a petite Black woman from Louisiana that prayed day and night. Her prayers seemed more amplified during cold months. You could hear her praying from that cold kitchen as the wood stove in the livingroom began to burn the newly made fire. She would sing songs that asked God for protection. As a recipient of one of her butt whooping, I believe sometimes those prayers even kept her from killing disobedient children. She always had a house full of kids even after most of her kids were grown and gone. She raised a few grandchildren, great grandchildren, nieces and nephews. Her children had the opportunity to have uncles and aunts as playmates. Sadly, she only lived a few years of her life without children in tow; yet, her prayers continue to impact those she loved. Today I’m going to pray one of her favorite songs.

PRAYER:

I need Thee, O I need Thee
Every hour I need Thee
O bless me now, my Savior
I come to Thee

Pass me not O my gentle Savior for I come to Thee.