April 28, 2006
April 27, 2006
PRAYER SUPPORT (www.praylive.com)
1-888-PRAYLIV
CODE: PRAY
Pray Live is a non-denominational prayer line open to everyone. A 24-hour, 7-day a week prayer line and e-church, the doors never close. This ministry is cross cultural and international, reaching to almost every corner of the world. People are hungry for prayer and find great comfort calling a prayer line where groups of people pray together. Many call to pray for a special need or the needs of someone else. Some call to be in prayer with others to hear others pray.
The devastation of life experiences are sometimes overwhelming; so, the prayer line is a comfort to those hurting.
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The Founder
Wenda Royster, the founder of Pray Live, knows the power of prayer. This born again Christian has weathered many difficult storms in her life, which she credits to prayer and God's grace. Wenda knows that without prayer and her faith, she would not have been able to survive the trials in her life. It was prayer that helped her deal with the grief of loosing her father to lung cancer at the early age of forty-five. Her prayer life was the only thing that carried her through the pain of loosing her brother at the age of 33 in 1993 and her only sister at 48 in 1995. In 1996, she had the responsibility of planning the funeral and burial of her brother in-law which resulted in her niece and nephew having lost both parents within a year. In 1998, she was struck in the head and that injury resulted in six hours of brain surgery; six months later her mother's leg was amputated. Wenda will quickly tell you her testimony about prayer and that it was only God's grace and mercy that helped her to see light through clouds of grief and sadness.
So God led her to develop a prayer meeting at her church. Once when the weather was bad and no one was able to travel to the church, she told the group they would have prayer over the phone and that initiated the birth of Pray Live. Now, Pray Live has grown nationally and internationally, with groups praying together from all denominations, faiths, races, and ages.
*The text above was excerpted from the following source: www.praylive.com
April 20, 2006
Important Questions
What makes me weak? My fears.
What makes me whole? My God.
What keeps me standing? My faith.
What makes me compassionate? My selflessness.
What makes me honest? My integrity.
What sustains my mind? My quest for knowledge.
What teaches me all lessons? My mistakes.
What lifts my head high? My pride, not arrogance.
What if I can't go on? Not an option.
What makes me victorious? My courage to climb.
What makes me competent? My confidence.
What makes me sensual? My insatiable essence.
What makes me beautiful? My everything.
What makes me a woman? My heart.
Who says I need love? I do.
What empowers me? My God & Me.
Who am I? I AM AN AFRICAN AMERICAN WOMAN!
--Author Unknown
April 19, 2006
Always Sisters Conference Sponsored by CeCe Winans
Scheduled to Appear:
CeCe Winans
Always Sisters Conference Host
Nicole C. Mullen
Word Recording Artist
Flex Alexander
Actor and Star of UPN's "One On One"
The Katinas
BHT Entertainment Recording Artist
Ruth Graham
Author, Conference Host and Daughter of Billy Graham
Yolanda Adams
Atlantic Recording Artist
Kierra "Kiki" Sheard
EMI Gospel Recording Artist
Alvin Love
Upcoming Artist & Choreographer
Kim Daniels
Spoken Word Ministries
Carolyn Pineda
Evangelist & Author of Preaching With AIDS
Mom Winans
Mother of the Renowned Winans Family - Delores (Mom Winans)
Ingrid Rosario
Integrity Hosanna Recording Artist
Pastor Horace Hockett
Born Again Church Nashville
Sister Kitty Hockett
Born Again Church Nashville
Platinum Souls
Gospel Rap and Floetry Artist
LeAnne Palmore
Worship Leader
For more information, visit www.alwayssisters.com
April 17, 2006
April 10, 2006
April 10th: Remembering Daddy
I can remember it like it was yesterday,
but it has been almost 20 years.
You asked me the night before if I wanted you to take me to the mall to get an outfit for my school's Freshman Day event or would I rather stay home. I chose to stay home, and you just had this look on your face.
It would take too many words and emotions to provide an exact picture of what my life had been with you up until that time. So many mixed emotions of love, hate, fear, and rage.
But on this day, I remember playing with my baby sister on the front porch. I remember my grandmother, who was dying from cancer, was sitting in her lounge chair in the dining room.
I saw you walking that slow, tired walk up the street. You smiled when you saw us, but you looked tired and worn. I don't remember if you told me then, or if I overheard you telling your Mother when you went into the house that the lawyers had you go all the way to the courthouse for nothing. You were angry, frustrated, and tired.
You went upstairs and next thing I know I heard my grandmother screaming and trying to go upstairs. I run into the house and get my Grandmother situated back in her chair with her I.V. I put my baby sister on the floor and run upstairs to find my stepmother in tears and in a panic trying to give you CPR. I run to the phone to call 911 and run outside to get my next door neighbor and everything is a blur after that. I remember the ambulance coming, and it seemed like it took forever. I remember them working on you for what seemed like an eternity upstairs in your room and then again once they got you into the ambulance. I remember that I had to stay with my grandmother and baby sister until my aunt arrived. I remember the phone call from my stepmother who traveled with you in the ambulance to tell us that you had died. I remember my aunt fainting. I remember my next door neighbor taking me with her to hail a cab to get us to the hospital to see you that last time before you were funeralized.
I remember being in shock...not knowing how to feel....a part of me sad and hurt that you left us, but another part of me glad that you could not hurt us anymore. I agonized over this for many years. How could a daughter be happy and sad that her father had died? Almost twenty years later, here I am understanding for the first time how important it is to have a loving, healthy, whole father in the life of a daughter. Here I am just now understanding that I really do love you and need to forgive you so that I can move on and be truly free!
but it has been almost 20 years.
You asked me the night before if I wanted you to take me to the mall to get an outfit for my school's Freshman Day event or would I rather stay home. I chose to stay home, and you just had this look on your face.
It would take too many words and emotions to provide an exact picture of what my life had been with you up until that time. So many mixed emotions of love, hate, fear, and rage.
But on this day, I remember playing with my baby sister on the front porch. I remember my grandmother, who was dying from cancer, was sitting in her lounge chair in the dining room.
I saw you walking that slow, tired walk up the street. You smiled when you saw us, but you looked tired and worn. I don't remember if you told me then, or if I overheard you telling your Mother when you went into the house that the lawyers had you go all the way to the courthouse for nothing. You were angry, frustrated, and tired.
You went upstairs and next thing I know I heard my grandmother screaming and trying to go upstairs. I run into the house and get my Grandmother situated back in her chair with her I.V. I put my baby sister on the floor and run upstairs to find my stepmother in tears and in a panic trying to give you CPR. I run to the phone to call 911 and run outside to get my next door neighbor and everything is a blur after that. I remember the ambulance coming, and it seemed like it took forever. I remember them working on you for what seemed like an eternity upstairs in your room and then again once they got you into the ambulance. I remember that I had to stay with my grandmother and baby sister until my aunt arrived. I remember the phone call from my stepmother who traveled with you in the ambulance to tell us that you had died. I remember my aunt fainting. I remember my next door neighbor taking me with her to hail a cab to get us to the hospital to see you that last time before you were funeralized.
I remember being in shock...not knowing how to feel....a part of me sad and hurt that you left us, but another part of me glad that you could not hurt us anymore. I agonized over this for many years. How could a daughter be happy and sad that her father had died? Almost twenty years later, here I am understanding for the first time how important it is to have a loving, healthy, whole father in the life of a daughter. Here I am just now understanding that I really do love you and need to forgive you so that I can move on and be truly free!
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