I know what you mean except they are different yet equally beneficial to me. Thanks sister so much for the glory of GOD. His glory to me is truth. It never fails.❤

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Yes, so agree! Derek Prince is one of my favorite teachers. Ive been listening to @Peggy Joyce Ruth daily now for the past week and learning so much. Love her practical teachings!

I have been learning a lot from her teachings lately also. I had never seen her until a few weeks ago when her testimony of deliverance from fear and depression came up on my KZfaq feed. I've been listening to her since and now my sister and children have been as well. I love Derek Prince also and have been listening to him for years. I play videos when I'm falling asleep and throughout the night and Derek Prince is one of my favorites that I go to sleep listening to and now I've been listening to her videos at night as well. I just like to keep the Word playing throughout the night for some reason.

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You are welcome! Blessings! PJR Ministries Team

I will include your family in prayer and that your boys will open their hearts to see that Lord has been calling them to Him. Stay strong in your Faith momma🙏🏻

@slestage5725 Thank you so much 🙏🙌Blessings to you and your family as well

You are welcome ♥️

Same thing happened to me at thec perfect time. Haven't stopped watching. God has used your teachings to take me off defense and install and offens to my walk.

Thank you so much! We have some on YouVersion the Bible App

Love your teaching of God’s Word! Psalm 103 is so precious. ❤

I do pray when I hear sirens. I pray for the victims as well as for the protection for the police officersand first responders. HTH May God bless you. :)

Praying for you dear one; my husband confesses as a believer but I feel unequally yoked

How sad you must be...I'm sorry

No need to be sorry for me, I have everything life can offer and I'm never bored or full of guilt like most Christians are, I have two different spirits within my body, I love them and they love me. They speak to me most nights in my dreams. Dari makes my life fun and provides me with a life of plenty. Bix is my protector and keeps me safe wherever I go. Lord Ahriman has given me two spirits of fun and safety and I thank him with this prayer. O Lord Ahriman, the dark is yours and we are yours, we renounce the false teachings of Jesus Christ and his evil doctrine of hate. Your disciples honor you with an offering of blood, salt, water. Guide us through our lives and show us the enlightenment known to your people throughout the ages. Blessed be. @@polarisjustdothework2258

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Hello Margaret, would you like to learn about Wicca? A little poem for you - SOPHIE - Lili You know you don’t belong to us he said unto the child We found you poorly in the swamp deep within the mire Your eyes bright red by moonlight, grey blue before the fire We knew that you were different, a difference deep and wild And we were drawn by deepest love this pen cannot explain No thoughts could ever pass our minds of fleeing from the pain. - The pain of one so young and cold we took from death’s dark claws As you grew within our hovel, submissive, bright and smart A child, a girl with deep black curls, brown skin without a flaw We loved you more as time passed by and death called once again To take the man that you called Pa. You never shed a tear You watched the Moon, you understood as Nature made its claim. - I noticed then you hardly slept, in silent meditation deep Things would move before your stare, you never suffered ills You would sing verse you weren’t taught, draw creatures from their sleep And they would sing along with you, nightbirds, raccoons and frogs Until an orchestra of sound rose up so beautiful to hear Surprising to myself as well, I never suffered fear. - But when you grew past childhood, when blood began to flow You ventured nightly through the woods following the song That seemed to spring from all the trees, song I didn’t know When young men came along to call, they froze at your red eyes And went away not to return, then rumors began to grow Fear from all the Villagers, the stories, hate and cries. - One bright morning we were taken by a tap upon our door Standing there all dressed in brown, four girls of Sophie’s age They came inside and took her hand, outside a man on horse She knew them all, they took a draught, then all sat on the floor A chant began, rose to a scream, the sound was tempest worse They took her then, she bade Goodbye, her happiness I saw. - I live alone, shunned by all, inside my mind I know When Moonlight falls and nightbirds sing I feel that I am blessed She’s watching o’er my life and trials, she brings the sun and snow And as I age I feel her here when chairs and tables move A whisper low, a song I hear, the plaintive call of her pet crow. Blessed be. @@user-bk1ll9vx5c