Weekly 24/7 Prayer Plan for Kay O'Halloran


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Kay died on the 24th November. If you can pray for her family and that all her friends,
brothers and sister in Jesus to stay faithful.at this time.

 

Everything is possible

 

 

  Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday
0.0 am Jacky & Shirley fasting            
1 am Jacky            
2 am Jacky            
3 am Jacky            
4 am Jacky            
5 am Jacky            
6 am Jacky            
7 am Kate Kate Kate Kate Kate Kate Kate
8 am Jacky            
9 am Anita Anita Josie Anita Anita Anita   Jacky & Shirley Fasting
10 am Shirley Shirley Shirley Shirley Shirley Shirley Anita Shirley Anita
11 am             Jacky
12 pm Miriam Miriam Miriam Miriam Miriam Miriam Miriam
1 pm             Jacky
2 pm             Jacky
3 pm             Jacky
4 pm             Jacky
5 pm Mike Mike Mike Mike Mike Mike Mike
6 pm Trish Trish Trish Trish Trish Trish Trish
7 pm             Jacky
8 pm             Jacky
9 pm             Jacky
10 pm             Jacky
11 pm Cathy           Jacky

 


Email

shirleyhowitt@yahoo.co.uk

(Some people have mentioned that the link to my email doesn't work..... sorry... it looks like if you want to email me you'll have to compose a message and type my email address into your To box)

 

 

Some of Kay's poetry

Link to Kay's beautiful Poetry

LOVE NEVER FAILS


THE RHYTHM OF OUR LIVES REVERBERATES ALL AROUND
US, LIFTING US HIGH IN ECSTATIC EXPERIENCE,

OR TAKING US DOWN AND INTO THE EYE OF THE STORM

WHEN LOVE MOVES IN THERE IS ENHANCEMENT

OF ALL THINGS, NOW BEAUTIFUL.

THE LIFE FORCE THEN DARES TO MOVE OUT AND SEEKS RISKSTO TAKE, ONE HAD NOT DARED TO BEFORE NOW.

AWESOME STRENGTH MOVES IN AND WIDENS EACH HORIZON,

FOR THEN, ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE,

THERE IS NO LIMIT TO THAT WHICH ONE CAN ACHIEVE,

THE HEATHER ON THE HILLS IS NOW VISIBLE,AND TAKES ON NEW MEANING,

THE THORNS ON THE ROSE NO LONGER EXIST, AND BEAUTY LIFTS HER AWE INSPIRING FACE INSPIRING WONDER TOO.

SHAFTS OF LIGHT SHOOT THROUGH THE DARKNESS

ILLIMINATING AWESOME FOREBODING,

AND LOVE REIGNS SUPREME.


CATHERINE O'HALLORAN.

 

BLOSSOMS OF THOUGHT.


A thimbleful of dreams
lights the way ahead,
each dream split with sun
and oh, so wholesome,
tangible and fluctuating
and spiralling. 

Translucent,
thoughtful imagination.
The transcendence
of the impossible,
reaching into time and space,
nurturing all of the inner being
and restoring the essence
of thought out of all recognition,
lifting the mind and inner being
into flights of frivolous fantasy
and longed for security.

Streams of the invisible,
rushing gurgling,
and flowing with gentleness,
through the facets
of each corridor of bleak thought, bringing in light and gaiety,
and awesome imaginings.

Changing dark night into
the flower of amazing
sun-drenched dawn,
wherein we see Your face
O Lord,
stirring with eagerness
to search for more,
to turn the "miry clay"
into lush green pasture,
so soft,
revealing poignant imprint,
pervading the open spaces of the sunlit avenues,
imbued with charismatic resonance, dancing lightly
across the horizon
of ingenious langour,
where the blossoms of yesterday hang tenderly on the bough
of our mind,
releasing aromatic scent
of invitation to bowers,
festooned with woodbine and hanging baskets of oriental spices, with iridescent hues
calming all the senses,
and affecting all with enhanced exploration of thought in flight,
and rainbow brilliance
nourishing the soul
with wonderment and aesthetic quality.

Blossoms of thought in-dwelling
the human spirit and elevating
each fibre with enrichment
of notion and contment of state, brought into use
for the breaking down
of awkward barriers
of excruciating heart-break and pain,
having a corrective quality,
transcending all indulgence,
lifting us closer to His heart.

Far above each horizon l
ies a qualatative purposeful character, acknowledging
each inspirational pattern
with measures for transformation
of the highest excellence
known to the human mind,
as like to the harbinger of Spring,
and His enfolding us
in love and joy and peace, 
with magnificence likened
to feathered darts,
touching the hurting places,
where heavy boot-prints,
in regurgitation of dark evil,
dared to tread on
and crush the enigmatic and beautiful butterfly of thought.

Blissful scents
of yesterday's thoughts leave gentle footprints on our soul,
with highly charged glimmer of awesome and indispensable weapon to defeat the foe of harsh
and reverberating hammer
of thoughtlesness and sheer cruelty, the kind that never goes away,
for it is truly the battle
between good and evil.


However we live in great assurance of the prevailing of righteousness,
and the defrocking of all evil intent.

Catherine O'Halloran

 

Inspirational Moments
by Catherine