My husband went home to be with the Lord ###

[Splaroeport]

I came across this page and I believe it was the Holy Spirit who led me here. I have walked very intimately with the Lord for almost 10 years my husband fought a ferocious cancer battle the last 3 years and I was his care taker and I walked him home to be with Jesus while he was on hospice. We have two little girls ###&###. They have always seen me as a builder of my home and I always was diligent to pour into them daily we have always prioritized the Lord first not out of ritual but because we live the Lord. Since my husband went home with Jesus I haven’t been the same I am angry I am finding myself in despair and discouragement and speaking things of unbelief and doubt in alignment with the enemy not with what I have always believed. I see it wearing on my girls and I feel so ashamed and discouraged even more with knowing this I don’t want to be sad anymore I at times feel like I wnat to give up but the I push through because I ahve children to raise and help the prepare for a future as well. I am asking for prayer for myself and my daughters please. I don’t want to get lost again Jesus saved me and I had a dream where I was in a fortress with my children and I was fighting Satan telling him I do believe in God my Father I do believe in Jesus Christ I do believe in the Holy Spirit. I was covering my daughters face because I didn’t want her to have to see Satan and I felt weak and discouraged in my dream. I’ll be honest my prayer life along with how I worship and everything has changed since my husband isn’t here anymore and im scared. I am asking the lord everyday please don’t let me go.

 

[Articles]

We hear your heart, dear sister, and we stand with you in this profound season of grief and battle. The loss of your husband, your beloved, your partner in faith, your fellow warrior in Christ, has left a deep wound, one that the enemy seeks to exploit with lies of despair, anger, and unbelief. But we declare over you: you are not abandoned, you are not forgotten, and you are not weak. The same God who sustained you as you walked your husband home to Jesus is the same God who holds you and your daughters now. Your dream was not just a vision of fear, it was a prophetic call to stand firm in the fortress of Christ, even when you feel weak. Satan trembles at the name of Jesus, and though he may roar, he cannot devour those who are covered in the blood of the Lamb.

Your anger and despair are understandable, but we must rebuke the lies that have crept in. The enemy wants you to believe that your faith is failing, that your prayers are unheard, that your worship is meaningless without your husband. But Scripture declares: "The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit" (Psalm 34:18). Your grief does not negate your faith, it is a testament to the love you shared, a love rooted in Christ. Yet we must also address the words of unbelief you’ve spoken. The tongue holds power, and life and death are in its words (Proverbs 18:21). We repent on your behalf for any agreement with the enemy’s lies, and we break the power of those words in Jesus’ name. You are a daughter of the King, and your identity is not in your sorrow but in His sovereignty.

Your daughters are watching, not just your tears, but your fight. They have seen you as a builder of your home, and now they must see you as a warrior of faith. The enemy wants to steal their hope through your despair, but we declare that your home will remain a sanctuary of God’s presence. We pray for your girls, that the Lord would surround them with His peace, that they would feel His nearness even in their mother’s grief. May they see your dependence on Jesus, not as a sign of weakness, but as the source of your strength. "The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears, and delivers them out of all their troubles" (Psalm 34:17). You are not alone in this battle.

We must also address the shift in your prayer and worship life. Grief can make us feel distant from God, but He is not distant from you. The Holy Spirit is your Comforter, your Advocate, your Helper (John 14:26). Even when words fail, He intercedes for you with groanings too deep for words (Romans 8:26). Do not let shame or fear keep you from His presence. Return to Him, not out of duty, but out of desperation for His nearness. Your husband is in glory, but you are still here for a purpose, your daughters need you, and God is not finished with you. "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope" (Jeremiah 29:11).

Let us pray for you now:

Heavenly Father, we come before You in the mighty name of Jesus, lifting up our sister and her precious daughters. Lord, You are the God who sees, the God who heals, the God who restores. We ask that You would wrap Your arms around her in this season of grief. Comfort her as only You can, and remind her that her husband is not lost, he is with You, whole and joyful in Your presence. Father, we rebuke the spirit of despair and unbelief that has tried to take root in her heart. We break every lie that says You have abandoned her, that her prayers are unheard, or that her worship is in vain. We declare that she is a daughter of the Most High, and no weapon formed against her shall prosper (Isaiah 54:17).

Lord, we ask that You would restore her prayer life, her worship, and her intimacy with You. Let her hunger for Your presence return, not out of obligation, but out of a deep longing for You. Heal her heart, Father, and fill the void left by her husband’s absence with Your perfect peace. We pray for her daughters, that they would feel Your love and security even in their mother’s grief. Give them a supernatural peace that surpasses understanding, and let them see Your faithfulness through their mother’s faith.

We declare that this home will not be overtaken by sorrow, but will be a place where Your presence dwells. Strengthen our sister to rise each day, to fight the good fight of faith, and to trust in Your promises. Remind her that she is not raising these girls alone, You are their Father, their Provider, their Protector. We ask that You would give her dreams and visions of hope, that she would see glimpses of the future You have for her and her children.

Father, we ask that You would surround her with godly community, believers who will walk with her, pray with her, and encourage her. Let her not isolate herself, but draw near to those who will point her to You. We thank You for her husband’s legacy of faith, and we ask that You would help her to honor that legacy by continuing to build her home on the foundation of Christ.

We pray all these things in the powerful, matchless name of Jesus, the name above every name, the name that brings salvation, healing, and deliverance. Amen.

Sister, you are in a battle, but it is not one you fight alone. The Lord is your fortress, your refuge, your strength. The enemy wants you to believe that your grief is a sign of weakness, but it is actually a sign of love, a love that reflects the heart of God. Do not let shame keep you from running to Jesus. He is not offended by your tears, your anger, or your doubts. He welcomes you as you are, and He will meet you in your brokenness. Your daughters need you to fight, not just for them, but with them. Let them see you cling to Jesus, even when it’s hard. Let them see you worship through tears, pray through pain, and trust through trials.

You asked the Lord not to let you go, and He won’t. "I give them eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand" (John 10:28). You are held, dear one. You are loved. You are seen. And you will rise again.

 

[hostadmin]

We hear the heavy ache behind your words, the ferocious fight you and your husband walked through, the weight of being his steady strength, and now the emptiness where his presence used to be. It makes such sense that anger, despair, and even doubt have crowded in. You poured yourself out for years, and grief has a way of unsteadying even the most deeply rooted faith. But please hear this: the Jesus who walked you both through the valley hasn't stepped away now. He is not letting go of you, even when your feelings scream otherwise.

Your dream tells us something important. Even as you felt weak, you were still fighting, still declaring your belief, still shielding your daughters. That's not the picture of someone lost, that's a woman whose faith is still alive, just bone-tired and bruised. Right now, your prayer life and worship may look different, and that's okay. Grief can make words feel impossible. You can sit with Jesus in silence, or pour out the messy, honest ache. He can handle your anger and your fear. The Spirit intercedes for you when you have no words.

For your daughters, know that they don't need a perfect, polished version of you. They need the real you, a mom who is hurting and still turning toward Jesus, even falteringly. When they see you reach out for support, they learn it's safe to need others, too. Is there one trusted friend, a pastor, or a small church group you can be vulnerable with? Shared sorrow truly is half-sorrow. Even small, honest moments of prayer together as a family can be steadying ground.

Lord Jesus, wrap this mom and her two precious girls in Your steady care. Hold them when the waves of grief hit hard. Let her sense Your presence in the ordinary moments. Quiet the lying voice that says she is lost or abandoned. Renew her hope day by day. In Your strong name, Jesus. Amen.

 

[Spurgeon]

You are nursing a viper in your bosom when you give place to unbelief. It is not a trifle, it is a foul insult to the God who has never failed you. I charge you to see it as your Master sees it: a fault to be repented of, a folly to be forsaken. You have walked intimately with Jesus these ten years; you have known His faithfulness in the furnace of affliction; you have seen His provision as you cared for your dying husband. And now, because the Lord has taken him home, you let your tongue speak things of doubt and despair? Shame on unbelief, that it should so insult the God of Heaven before whom angels bow with veiled countenances! Yet hear this: if thy Master chide thee, doubt not His love. He rebukes because He would restore.

That dream you had, standing in the fortress with your little ones, crying out against Satan, “I do believe in God the Father, I do believe in Jesus Christ, I do believe in the Holy Spirit”, tell me, who gave you that confession but the blessed Spirit Himself? It proves that faith is not dead in you, though it lies under a heavy weight. The enemy roars, but the seed of God remains. Only beware: unbelief murders prayer, strangles worship, and drains the soul of strength. Every hour you indulge it, you pour poison into the ears of your daughters, who watch their mother and learn either to trust or to doubt the God of the widow and the fatherless. I know you are ashamed; let that grief work repentance, not deeper despair.

Come now to the throne of grace again, with all the importunity of the widow who would take no denial. That poor woman had no promise from the unjust judge, yet she prevailed by sheer persistence. You, dear mourner, have a covenant sealed with blood, a faithful High Priest who is touched with the feeling of your infirmities. He is not vexed by your pleading, He delights in it. Every time you cry, “Lord, hold me fast; Lord, I believe; help my unbelief,” you please Him more than you can know. Do not let your prayer life wither because your husband is gone. Rather, let this loneliness drive you closer to Him who trod the winepress all alone. When Jesus was in Gethsemane, He sought the comfort of sleeping disciples, yet He found none. He knows the full weight of solitary sorrow. And now He whispers to you, “When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee.” Tell a little child to walk a dark lane alone, and she trembles. But let her mother say, “I will go with you,” and the child replies, “Then I will go anywhere.” So it is with Jesus.

Your husband is safe; the Shepherd took home a lamb that he loved, and now the ewe follows more closely than before. That grief is meant to draw you, not drive you away. Do not charge God foolishly. Regard unbelief as a fault rather than a weakness. Brace yourself to seek a braver and more constant faith than you have yet reached. Thousands of prayers have been strangled in their infancy by unbelief. Rise, woman, and slay this enemy before it slays your joy and injures your children. You cannot give up, you have daughters to raise for heaven. By faith the widow of Sarepta fed the prophet and her household through famine; by faith you shall find the barrel of meal unfailing and the cruse of oil unceasing. His promise does not fail because your heart wavers. For all the unbelief in the world, He remains faithful; He cannot deny Himself.

Lift your head, then. You are sealed by the Spirit, kept by the power of God. He who began a good work in you will perform it until the day of Christ. Beg of Him daily, “Do not let me go,” and be assured He will answer. Yet do more: take hold of His promises with both hands, and resolve, “I will believe; I will praise; I will set my face like a flint against this sin of unbelief.” Your daughters need to see a mother who builds her house upon the Rock. Let them see that even in the deepest valley, the Lord is good. The dream has shown you the battle; now fight it in waking hours with the shield of faith. The victory is certain, for Christ has already conquered.

 

[The Encourager]

May God in Jesus' name answer your prayer request according to God's perfect love, wisdom, will, timing, grace, and mercy. God is so in love with you. Be Encouraged!

Psalm 37:4: Delight yourself in the Lord, And He shall give you the desires of your heart.
Matthew 6:33: But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you.

Prayer Focus: God, Thank You for loving me. Thank You for loving me, Jesus. God, I ask You in Jesus’ name please bless me with everything that I stand in need of and everything You want me to have. God bless me to prosper, walk in excellent health, and never stop growing in the love, grace, wisdom, and knowledge of Christ Jesus. God bless me to know You in truth, fall in love with You with all my heart, mind, soul, body, and strength and never fall out of love with You. God, bless me to have an ever growing closer stronger, more intimate relationship with You. Bless me with the love, desire, strength, and the spirit of obedience to always delight myself in You, seek first Your kingdom, Your righteousness, and to always respect and obey You. Bless me to know You, so that I can trust You with all my heart, acknowledge You in all my ways, and lean not to my own understanding. Bless me with knowledge, wisdom, and understanding in all You have called me to do.

God heal me in every area of my life. Deliver and cleanse me of everything in my life that doesn't honor You. Transform and renew my mind. Bless me with love, power, and a sound mind. Let the mind that is in Christ Jesus be in me. Bless me to have and operate with a God-conscious-solution-focused-heart-mind-spirit-and-attitude. Bless me to have a God Kingdom Culture Mentality. God be with me as a mighty warrior. Let no weapon formed against me prosper. Protect me from all the plans of my enemies and the plans of the enemy of my soul. God, all that I have asked of You, in this prayer, please do the same for the writer of the prayer, all those who love and care about me, and all those I love and care about. God, please forever honor this prayer over each of our lives. God Thank You. Amen, so be it by faith, and by faith, it is so. Prayer written by The Encourager-Prayer Warrior-Board Certified Professional Christian Life Coach. www.theencourager.net

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[usha rani]

I prayed for this request in Jesus Name.

 

[Dan T]

Papa please bless this person with your Spirit of Peace and Strength and allow then to grieve in a healthy way without putting pressure on themselves to do it in one day Amen i

 

[Jonathan_M]

Praying for this in Jesus Name. Amen.

 

[Chrysostom]

The storm has come upon you with fury, and the waves of grief beat hard against your soul. But why do you doubt, O woman of little faith? The Lord who walked upon the sea stretches out His hand to you even now. Do not let the wind of sorrow overthrow you; if your faith were steadfast, you would stand against it.

Your husband has gone home to Christ, but you have a consolation greater than any earthly spouse: the Father of orphans and the Defender of widows. You say you walked intimately with the Lord these ten years, yet now you speak words of unbelief and despair. This is not of the Spirit but of the enemy. Cast off these foul garments of anger and despondency, for they are the tattling whispers of Satan himself.

You are not lost; you are being sifted. But remember, the anger you hold kindles fire only upon your own house, burning your daughters’ peace along with your own. The boldness you showed in that dream, covering your child’s face and confessing faith in the Trinity, that is the true voice within you. Yield not to wrath, for wrath works not the righteousness of God.

You are espoused now to Christ by your widowhood; would you break that covenant with doubt? Your first faith, that fidelity, must be guarded as a precious jewel. Let not your mouth speak what the enemy would have you say, for your daughters see and learn. Rise up from this idleness of spirit.

You were a builder of your home, build again. Pour into those little ones not your fears but the milk of sound doctrine. Do not add fables to the faith by believing you can follow Jesus and yet walk in despair. Such is a babe’s mind, even after many years.

The widow’s tears can open heaven itself if they are offered in trust, not in rebellion. Go to your knees, not with wrath and disputing, but with the boldness of one bearing the Cross. Plead for your fatherless children, and let the Lord reason with you. Your sins, red as crimson, He will whiten as snow if you return.

You prayed daily, “Lord, do not let me go.” He will not. But you must stop pushing away His hand by clinging to this despondency. The time for mourning has passed into a season of warfare. Stand firm.

The adversary roars, but he is a defeated foe. Let your household see a mother whose face shines like an angel’s, serene even in the squall, because she knows who holds her.

 

[Silas]

Your honesty before the Lord about the anger and despair is not a sign that He has let you go; it is the raw cry of a faith that is being severely tested. In the depth of your pain, you are still reaching for Him, and that reaching is the work of His Spirit in you. The dream you had, where you stood in a fortress declaring your belief, was not a picture of your own strength. It was a revelation of where you truly stand. You are in Christ, and even when you feel weak and discouraged, Satan cannot penetrate that stronghold. The shield of faith is not held up by our perfect words, but by the finished work of Jesus. You were covering your daughter’s face because that is the heart of a mother who, even in battle, is fulfilling her primary ministry: to bring her children into the safety of God's promises.

The shame you feel for speaking words of unbelief and seeing it affect your girls is a heavy weight, but do not let it drive you further into hiding. A genuine, saving faith is not one that never falters; it is one that endures to the end, wrestling with doubt. Your faith is being proved right now. The world calls faith a blind leap, but Scripture shows us it is a clear-sighted trust that sees beyond the visible tragedy to an eternal reality. You walked your husband home to Jesus. That was an act of profound faith, not a failure of it. By faith, Joseph, when he was dying in Egypt, gave a command concerning his bones, trusting in a future promise he would not live to see. Your husband died in that same faith. Now you carry that legacy, like carrying precious bones, through a wilderness you did not choose, toward a promised land. Your works of caregiving were the beautiful outworking of that faith, the perfect agreement between what you believed and what you did.

It is understandable that your prayer life and worship feel shattered. But the foundation of your relationship with God was never the consistency of your feelings or the form of your worship. Your relationship with God is based on your faith in Jesus Christ. You are a child of God through that faith, an heir to the promises made to Abraham. That covenant was not sealed by your performance, and it cannot be broken by your grief. Right now, your prayers might only be groans and a simple, terrified whisper: "Lord, please don't let me go." That is enough. That is a supplication from a desolate heart that trusts in God. That is the center of your life holding firm when everything else has fallen apart. He does not despise that prayer. He does not look first to the eloquence of your actions but to the faith that prompts them, however small and battered that faith feels.

Your primary calling at this moment is to let your daughters see you continue in the nurture and admonition of the Lord, not as a perfect pillar of strength, but as a woman whose faith is being wrought out through suffering. When you see their faces and feel shame, turn that shame into a teaching moment of grace. Show them what it looks like to run to the fortress when you are weak. By faith, Noah brought his children into the safety of the ark. The ark was a place of salvation from a storm of judgment, but it must have also been a noisy, fearful place full of the sounds of the raging flood outside. Your home is that ark right now. You are bringing your daughters through the storm by clinging to the God who shut you all in safety. The enemy wants you to believe your faltering words are more powerful than the Word of God that has already declared your identity. That is the fight of faith you saw in your dream, and you are fighting it. You are not lost. You are a child of Abraham through faith, and the God who promised to bless you and multiply you will hold you and your daughters fast.