Novel & Cerita Prayer To The Wound In The Shoulder

After dinner I went to my room I did Ablution for prayer and did my Isha prayer and read Quran. After that I make dua to Allah. "YA ALLAH always keep my family and friends blessed and happy. Keep them in your protection. And help the poor and needy, Give me strength and power to protect my self AMEEN." After that I took shower when I saw my self in the mirror there was bruise on my right arm from where that beast hold me. Oh, Allah please forgive me I let him touch me. I never wanted to see that man again in my life I don't even know his face but his hands and neck was covered in tattoos. (Ughhhh why I'm thinking about him... ) I changed into my pajamas and lay on the bed and immediately dri

I tapped her face as I fought back the pain. “Little breeche.” I called out to her as I tried to wipe the blood on her forehead. Jason was kicking from within me and I wouldn’t blame him. Damn it! Why didn’t I go to check up on her when he had bothered me last night? This wasn’t even about Jason kicking against me anymore. My heart was sinking into my stomach and it clenched even harder as it remained there. I held her now cold hsnd in mine as I said my prayers to the moon goddess. “Dear goddess, save my little breeche, please.” I muttered as I rubbed her hand, trying to keep her body warm at least.

And I find myself grateful for it, beyond the worry of why I'm here. I try to push myself up only to be pulled back at my right wrist. A hiss escapes me as my shoulder pulses with pain. I thought I had grown used to the pain inflicted on me on my first day here. The cuts along both arms had decently healed, a long trail of scar tissue still red and angry, but no longer open. The wound on my shoulder, however, regularly rips back open. It was getting better, Lycer had said. But it often bled in small amounts, and I was never able to raise my arm very high. Looking down, my right wrist is held down by one of the straps; they're on this table too. There's a small lock on it. I turn it with my o

I tell her, releasing my claws and digging my nails into the jar of wolfsbane. “ GRRRRR” it burns like someone caught me on fire. But I don’t care if I need the day off. With all the strength I reach back as far as I can to my shoulder blades and start scratching at them as hard as I can. “ It's not WORKING!!” I yelled I stumbled back outside scratching the hell out of myself. Once my feet hit the grass I fall to the ground, the pain has taken over me. Closing my eyes I pray Moon goddess please help me! I don’t know what I did to deserve this but I'm begging you to save me.

That prayer wouldn’t make the black mass seep out of our friend’s lungs. But to my surprise, Chris simply nodded. “Okay, but I... I don’t know the words.” “It doesn’t matter,” I assured him. “Just speak from your heart. Or say nothing at all.” I closed my eyes and began to pray, my voice barely above a whisper. “Moon Goddess, hear our plea. Our friend, our pack member, Leonard, is ill. Please, if you can find it in your heart, heal him. Guide us to a solution. Show us the way to save him and our pack.”

"Great god Apollo, god of Medicine and Healing, Hear this servant's prayer. Heal him ohh god of medicine. Touch him and heal him. Make your servant well with your cleansing touch. Heal him, Make him well." I chanted my hands placed on Christian's chest, my eyes shut closed... I imagined his inner chest been repaired and made whole. I chanted the mantra three more times, then I heard Christian cough. I opened my eyes immediately, it worked. Christian is healed.

So, get down on your knees and close your eyes. Grandma, heal her by putting your hand on her head. Let us pray: "Divine, you are the alpha and omega; nine beings can't be compared to you; you have accepted this lovely lady into our family; she has sinned and sought forgiveness for her sins; thus, every negative spirit that has tied her, I command you to leave the body right now. Amen."

I prayed Father would seize the opportunity and secure their well-being. Gingerly, my fingers brushed against the tender cut on my neck, eliciting a wince of pain. I needed to find herbs to soothe the wound before it worsened, potentially succumbing to infection. The physical sting of the injury paled in comparison to the ache in my heart, tears streaming down my cheeks unabated.

The thought of her mother in danger filled her with a cold dread, and she could almost hear the sinister echoes of that terrible night. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. She knelt down, folding her hands in a gesture of prayer, her fingers trembling slightly. "Please, Lord Krishna," she prayed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Keep my mother safe. Protect her from harm and guide her back to me." Her words were fervent, charged with the depth of her desperation and hope.

Nancy keeps on praying. "Assemble me behind Your great wings so they won't see me again. Protect my son Stevens, Nervy, Mr. Apeng, my mother, and all others who put their faith in your goodness and rescuing power. Hide Jason under the shadows of Your mighty wings as he soars high to rescue Your people in danger so they will unnoticed his arrival and we can safely get out of here with your guidance and protection. Help my husband Jason who is currently working as I sense him constantly searching for me. I declare that my prayers have been heard and that I have prevailed in these circumstances in the mighty name and blood of Jesus, expecting miracles and a change of attitude when people experi