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| A Mother's Plea |
| By Mary Ann D. |
I was never given a manual on how to be a parent. In this 21st century it really doesn’t matter. Raising teenage sons with such a stubborn will. I find it hard to master and the challenge isn’t thrilling. I’m faced with generational curses from day to day. Many sleepless nights I find it so hard to pray. I often ask myself, “where did things go wrong”? I thought I gave the orders not take them from my sons. |
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| I just say a prayer and hope it’s not to late. I ask for ministering angels to surround my son. Minister to their spirit and show them where they’re wrong. I ask for God’s protection as they run live out on the streets. Please shield them from all harm for their souls are weak. I pray that someone special will come into their lives. Please send a special mentor to show them what is right. |