If you’re waiting for Jesus’ angels, you might pray or say something likе:
“Heavenly Father, as I wait for the angels of Jesus, I place my trust in your divine protection and guidance. Surround me with your holy presence and send forth your angels to watch over me and my loved ones. Grant me peace and assurance in the knowledge that your heavenly messengers are at work, carrying out your will and ministering to those in need. Help me to remain faithful and patient as I await the manifestation of your divine intervention. Amen.”
This prayer acknowledges the belief in the protection and assistance of angels sent by Jesus, while also affirming trust in God’s sovereignty and timing. It seeks comfort and reassurance in the presence of divine beings and invites their help and support during times of waiting and uncertainty.
My Husband Demanded a Sixth Child or Threatened Divorce – After My Lesson, He Begged for Forgiveness on His Knees
When my husband gave me a scary ultimatum, he didn’t expect me to stand up for myself and our children. The lesson I taught him showed him how unreasonable he was being when we already had so much to be grateful for. His ultimatum ended with him begging ME for mercy!
I never thought I’d be in this position, but here I am, standing at a crossroads. I was pushed to take drastic measures when my spouse pushed me into a corner with one demand. But that demand was enough to get me to act.
My husband, Danny, has always been a devoted father and a successful businessman. He’s provided well for our family and spends lots of time at the office. This has given me the freedom to be a stay-at-home mother and raise the five beautiful daughters we already share.
But lately, his dreams of having a son “to carry on the family name” have turned into demands. And those demands have morphed into threats!
“Lisa, we NEED to have a sixth child,” he said one night after dinner. His tone was serious, almost cold.
“Danny, we already have FIVE daughters. You want me to keep having babies until we get a son?” I replied, feeling the tension rise.
“But aren’t children a blessing to you? Is it really that hard?” His words stung. We’ve had this argument many times before, but this time it felt different. It felt like an ultimatum. We continued going round in circles with neither of us willing to relent on their choices.
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