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.
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.