Father God,
I lift up my hands, my heart, my thoughts and soul to you and surrender everything that I am. I surrender to you – my relationship breakdown with my husband Ruwen, my paralysis and pain for healing, my aunt-in-law Mayolita who is becoming selfish and greedy of my mother's now sold property at Mondragon Street, my work, my dreams as author, my finances and everything else. You know me more than anyone else. You are are GREATER than my problems and I know you will conquer these. I am not perfect and have my faults and failure – please forgive me. Father, my yoke is heavy and I cannot do this without you, please help me. Thank you for family, for real friends and good colleagues. Most of all your love and mercy. I know this season will come to pass. You are my strength and my healer. Amen.
Dear Jesus, St Cajetan, St Michael and St Benedict Help me find a job matching my disability, my talents, my education and experience, Bring
James