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When I moved to Snowdonia two and half years ago I lived very briefly in Prenteg which lies at the foot of Moel Ddu. At the time I was heartbroken having split up with my fiance and it took me weeks to find the motivation to climb a mountain. When I did, that mountain was Moel Ddu.
Tonight I returned and remembered those dark days when even the hills offered no solace.
I've come a long way but the mountains are no longer a much needed escape from everyday life...they are my everyday life.
Summertime in Australia
I tried so hard to do something light for this month’s FOFT challenge (“summertime” by the lovely Laszlo) given my last few challenge posts have all been on the heavy side and I tried not to write too much. But in the end I couldn’t do either.
I have spent the last few days in the country on my friend’s farm. I took images of kids jumping off the big rocks and swimming in the waterholes-typical Aussie summer fun in the country. Then on Friday we were blanketed with thick smoke as was most of Victoria and New South Wales. On Saturday, our Vic Emergency Apps sounded the alarm, telling us there was a bushfire near the tiny town of Euroa, not far from where we were staying. The smoke thickened. We decided to leave. I drove past the fires and got through without incident. Not long after, there was an emergency warning to evacuate and the highway was closed. Fortunately, the wind changed in the afternoon and Euroa was spared.
Other places are not so lucky and so much of East Gippsland and places far and wide across Victoria and other states are on fire. Almost 1 million hectares has already burnt in Victoria alone. I don’t think anyone can fully comprehend the long-term loss and devastation these fires will have on our ancient forests, their associated wildlife, the stock and all the communities dotted throughout these landscapes that will have to try to rebuild.
There are few words. I am heartbroken. I don’t have a monopoly on these feelings of helplessness. Images of summer once involved gorgeous sunsets, days in the pool, outdoor BBQs and games of Cricket. Ever since Black Saturday, the thought of summer now brings anxiety and the fear of fires.
However, as is often the case, in the face of disaster our communities band together and do the most incredible job of supporting each other. Millions of dollars has been raised (locally and overseas), food banks are being set up everywhere and people are donating their time, homes and machinery to help.
That is the heart-warming part of the story.
This image is a composite of two I took while away. The sheep in the smoke and the sun, made blood red by the fires. A light texture applied.
We were really blessed to have Reggie, a petite sheltie, as a member of our family for 14 years. He was a sweet boy and loved to cuddle. So when the theme "Something Soft & Cuddly" surfaced of course I knew "who" I was going to add to the collection of softies. Such a cool story of how he came to join our family. We were seeking a housebroken dog (so around a year old or so). Found a beautiful sheltie and made all of the arrangements to purchase him. Had named him, brought all of the supplies and then the day before we were to bring him home the person who was selling him decided to keep him instead. Of course we were all heartbroken and so disappointed. Then a week later, what was intended to happen did. We found Reggie, who was unwanted (and free) because he was no longer a puppy and had an overbite (so a no go for breeding, which we could care less about, we thought it was cute how his tongue stuck out between his teeth) and the runt of the litter. Needless to say it was love at first sight and a total "win" "win". A few more of him, Loving Lake Life: flic.kr/p/2jog6Ko, Barking at HIS Lake: flic.kr/p/2jodwzm and a Final Farewell to His Girl: flic.kr/p/2johiwU .
We are heartbroken to say that our lovely Erica was so poorly that yesterday we took her vets to be put to sleep. She found us and brought Bloss with her and she showed me so much love and I loved her. Bloss is wondering where she is and we miss her, but I know it was time to go and be at peace.xxxxx
Today has been one of the hardest days of my life. Following the vets advice, we had to come to the painful decision to let our dear sweet gentle Podge go on his final journey. We are totally devastated so please forgive me if I am not very communicative just now. There is never a good time but this has to be one of the worst times to say goodbye to a beloved pet. Podge was 20 years, 3 months and 12 days old and I have known him for every second of his life as I saw him being born. My heart is broken, I loved this boy so much, he was such a character.
My beloved Max would have been one year old this weekend. We were stunned to learn two weeks ago that he had a heart defect in multiple chambers of his heart. He was in congestive heart failure with severe arrhythmias, then came home on multiple medications. This was the day he came home. You can see where they shaved his fur to do the echo cardiogram and to insert the IV.
He was still struggling to settle in when a blood clot entered his aorta one week later, and made his hind legs unusable. I could see he was in terrible pain and I knew that we could not let him suffer through that and everything else.
He came from our neighbor and probably he had been the runt of the litter and rejected first by his mama. He was my sweetest little baby. I am heartbroken for him and will miss him forever. His life was short but it was so full of love and fun and joy. We buried him under the apple tree near Gali and Dimi.
I'm reposting this because I just now saw an wonderful photostream of Boston and vicinity street photos. Such fun and so nostalgic for me... They were by fotosqrrl
The magnificent Dusty Button in Anthony Randazzo's lovely and wonderful class The class was onstage at The Boston Opera House. during The Boston Ballet Fiftieth Anniversary Alumni Reunion Weekend. Fantastic...:)
I was heartbroken to discover that the view from front row seats at the Boston Opera House cuts off the dancers' feet!!!! This may be okay for opera viewing, however, it is a disaster for dance photography!!!
I could get decent photos of dancers only while they were jumping! That was after the ballet class had moved from the barre to combinations in "the center." Notice the missing feet of the dancers who are not jumping...(:-(
Another interesting observation. The dancers exhibit different dance styles. I imagine it's because the dancers are from all over the world...
The original was in Flickr's Explore. Highest position: 3 on Monday, September 29, 2014
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Donner Lake is beautiful. Honestly, I was more excited to head to Donner Lake than Tahoe, just because it's smaller and the scenery immediately near it is more spectacular than Tahoe's. I went there at around 2pm and went to Tahoe, and then came back to it it at sunset. This is looking the opposite way than the sunset. I've never stood on a frozen lake, so my right foot here was standing on the ice, and my left foot about a foot down in the snow.
Feel free to View this purple sucker LARGE unless you want Cloverfield to come down and whomp on ya.
In other sad news, yesterday after work, I was going to photograph yes, another sunset and i grabbed my tripod to set it up and I.... broke off the head!
Before you start accusing me of taking steriods, I should tell you, the tripod I've been using I got back in 1986 as a promo item when my parents bought me (a snotty nosed 11 year old) my first telescope at K-mart. Plastic and made by Ambico, I've used that POS for every single landscape shot that's needed it. Pretty amazing if you ask me, considering some of my shots.
Heartbroken, I threw that sucker in the first trash can I found, did some research when I got back to my hotel, and promptly bought the Manfrotto 785B travel tripod. I got it on sale, and keeping the reciept means when I get home I can give it back to Ritz.
Poppy 2004-2018
Poppy died of cancer, she had a growth and it was very aggressive. luckily she was not ill for long, I miss her so much, I'm heartbroken, she was always with me and now I feel very lonely without her, well I suppose at least I still have my Megan, she is missing her too.
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Sorry I am so far behind with comments and group work, also my laptop broke and it's taken a while for me to get a new one and now I'm stuggling to use it, it's so different to my old one and much faster than me :))
It is very frosty outside today and cold but the snow from the weekend has now all gone. I just hope the weather is going to start getting better now and this will be the last image of a snowstorm I will be posting. This is my adorable owner Charlie. He owns me not the other way round.
I lost my beautiful fellow September 2021 am completely heartbroken.
The story goes that a ravishing young princess from Maui was captured by a young warrior from Lanai. He took her as his wife and brought her back to his home island. He was so stricken with her beauty that he was afraid to let other men see her, and thus he confined the princess to a sea cave near the rock.
One day, as the warrior was away, the weather suddenly changed drastically, and the raging surf began to pound this side of the island. The warrior rushed back to the cave, but it was too late: His beloved Puu Pehe had drowned. Heartbroken, he retrieved her body and, with the help of the gods, climbed the steep rock island, where he buried her in a tomb. Overcome with grief, the warrior then leaped off the rock to his death.
Puu Pehe is situated about 150 feet offshore between Manele Bay and Hulopoe Bay along the island’s southern coastline. A closer look at this picturesque sea stack reveals, indeed, a tomb-like structure resting at the summit. Archeologists who have studied the rock will tell you that there are no human remains in this “tomb.” The tomb, in fact, may actually be a bird heiau (temple) constructed by the ancient Hawaiians, as numerous bones from sea birds have been found near the heiau.
I proposed to my wife here.
We are “borrowing the world from our children” and we are not playing nice. We may be the first generation in history to leave our world worse off for our children.
At a time where I sometimes feel overwhelmed by the troubles around the world, speechless and heartbroken at the things we do to each other and our planet, yesterdays Strike for Climate Change gave me hope. The march belonged to the children, the students who came out in the tens of thousands, holding signs and chanting for change. For many, including my daughter (not pictured), it will have been a first. Hopefully, not the last.
They were joined by us old folk, who came along to support them and their dream for a better future - a war cry for action.
I fear they will not be heard yet but maybe when politicians realise that the children are only a few years off voting, they might be compelled to take action, albeit kicking and screaming.
Keep chanting for change young people. One day you will be heard. I am proud.
This young fellow followed Molly and Alicia home last night. We tried to find his ower, but there was no-one around. He has no ID and no-one so far has reported him missing. He's mostly labrador and still a pup. Bless. Hope we find his owner as they must be heartbroken!
Holywell, Huntingdonshire
Overlooking the Great Ouse river, The Old Ferry Boat is reputedly England's oldest inn. Located in the hamlet of Holywell, the thatched roof and white stonework have remained for many years, This ancient pub has a rich history.
The Old Ferry Boat Inn boasts a haunting story, which becomes immediately apparent when you spot the grave under the bar. Staff and customers have reported strange goings on at the pub from lights refusing to switch off to things going bump in the night.
The lovely pub is widely reputed as one of the 'most haunted' in Cambridgeshire, alongside The Eagle in Cambridge.
On March 17, 1050, a local girl who was only 17 at the time, fell passionately in love with a forester called Tom Zoul. Sadly, Tom didn't return her love and heartbroken Juliet hung herself from a tree near the Inn so that Tom would see her body on his way to work. In another version of the story, Juliet drowned herself in the River Ouse, instead of hanging herself.
But whatever the cause of her untimely death, Juliet was buried in the unhallowed ground close to the Inn. Because of the stigma attached to suicide in the 11th century, and her grave was marked only with a plain stone slab.
Over the years the pub has been developed and extended, and Juliet's grave slab has become part of the interior. The slab can be seen in the bar today, and rumor has it that Juliet's ghostly form rises from the river at midnight on March 17, every year, and glides towards her grave.
Many people claim to have seen the heartbroken phantom, while others have commented on the eerie feeling associated with the ancient pub.
For hundreds of years a ferry crossed the river at this point. One famous passenger, Hereward the Wake. used it to escape from the Norman invaders.
I was kinda shocked that she went to rehab BUT I'm glad that she want a help and she knew she had problems. I'm sure she wanted start all over and starts a fresh life and put all bad things behind her. and DONT KILL ME OR HATE ME! I personally think Joe kinda made it little worst because he brought Ashley to their tour and Demi was still trying to move on and was still heartbroken. I think It was asshole of him for doing that. He made it even more emotional and more akward. Okay I'm done.
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I am heartbroken to hear of this great loss and injury. My prayers and my heartfelt thoughts are with you.
"Old story has it, as we go thru life we really don't really change. we just become more of the same. You look around you as the years go by, and it seems a very valid premise. People dont change. As a matter of fact most of us resist change very strongly. Yet change is a sure thing. The only variable is rate. Slow we read as evolution, and fast as revolution." ~ Forget
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Today, I think i just lost my best friend.... for reasons I'm not really wanting to go into. For now, perhaps its for the best, but I can't help but be heartbroken about it. It feels so surreal, almost like a deja vu. This exact senario has happened to me more times than I can count.... maybe its just part of the curse of being me. Somehow I gotta figure out how to keep this from happening in the future, cuz it always hurts... but I dont know how to, because its always comes as a complete suprise. maybe I'm just naive. /sigh
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we all share the yearning for a place to call our own, marking our presence in the world with our relationships, creations and items that represent us. we dream, share pain, laughter, love, hate, joy, anger and yet we focus not on our similarities but our differences. we let governments speak for us. our voices silent and lost in the masses. ignorance is bliss until someone we love is lost through actions of those who will never be held accountable. the internet draws us all closer making friends of strangers. a place where we learn from each other, realise we're not alone and that the world is a smaller place than we could ever believe. no one really wants to fight, we all know that conflict never solves the problem and it's always due to greed and inflated egos. it's about time for weapons to be removed from all sides, temper tantrums checked and for those we elected to respect the positions we gave them and to respect us. our humanity should unite not divide us. i for one am heartbroken when hearing and seeing anguish every time i watch the news. i'm tired of feeling so helpless. i'm tired of feeling so achingly powerless. and i'm sure in that i'm not alone. those of us who live in a world where we wake and sleep in a soft warm bed, wander with loose change in our pockets, a world where we can drive through the nights to sweet music, dine out under twinkling stars, glasses clinking and ears warmed with sweet conversations. i hope you realise we already live in shelter. we are sheltered.
let's be kind to one another <3
just some thoughts.. wishing you all a lovely weekend!
Italy, Campania, Capri from Naples
Capri is an island located in the Tyrrhenian Sea off the Sorrento Peninsula, on the south side of the Gulf of Naples in the Campania region of Italy. A popular resort destination since the Roman Republic, it is famous worldwide for its natural beauty, historic sites, and upscale tourism. The legend of Capri. Once upon a time, there lived two young people in love. His name was Vesuvius, and hers was Capri. Unfortunately, the families of the two lovers opposed their love. And to separate the couple, Capri’s family took her far away so she couldn’t see Vesuvius anymore. Capri, pregnant and heartbroken, jumped into the sea and killed herself, becoming an island. When Vesuvius found out what had happened to his beloved, he turned into a silent mountain that looks over Capri and, sometimes, when he can no longer control his anger, starts to spit ash and lava. And if you’d take a closer look at the shape of Capri Island, it really looks like a pregnant woman's body lying in the sea.
We were doing some brush cleaning today in areas of the campsite the needed it desperately. Unfortunately, as is often the case, ripping out underbrush and trimming back intrusive trees, sometimes reveals things that we wish it didn't. This nest was todays discovery and despite our best efforts to place it almost exactly as it was found resulted in its being abandoned. Its funny how easy it is to assume human emotions in cases such as this and believe that animals and birds must be as heartbroken as we would be. The robin did make a racket and made it known that she was not impressed with us and perhaps she even would have gotten back on the nest had it not come loose from its perch but once it did, that was it. She abandoned her efforts at luring us away. The whole thing made me quite sad though. :(
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Hi everyone, long time no see. I’m one of the co-owners of Salem, and I’m sure as most of you know, Salem has gone into retirement unexpectedly. I would like to say first off, I’m sorry to everyone who has supported us that feels disappointed or lost in the dark. I’m heartbroken that Salem has come to pass, just like some of you. It took me some time to pick myself up, but I’m here today because though things change, I have a love affair with creating things for you all that I just can’t drop ♥
With that being said, I’m excited to introduce you to my new independent project, Oracle! This Flickr will now be Oracle’s new home. I welcome you to stick around and follow me on this new journey of mine. I am committed to bringing you the quality you deserve, and keeping you all drop dead sexy.
Thank you so much for everything over the years ♥
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The legend behind the origin of this step-well is as interesting as its architecture and is shrouded in beauty, romance and tragedy. In AD 1499, the area around Adlaj was known as Dandai Desh and was ruled by Rana Veer Singh of the Vaghela dynasty. Around this time, Mohammed Begda, a Muslim ruler of a neighboring state attacked Dandai Desh and killed Rana Veer Singh. The beauty of the slain king's widow, Rani Roopba, enamored Mohammed Begda who sent her a proposal of marriage. The heartbroken but determined queen agreed to the proposal on the condition that he complete a five-storied step-well (vav) for her. The Muslim ruler, enticed by the charm of the queen, readily agreed.
The construction of this well had begun years ago under Rana Veer Singh but had to be stopped later. Begda resumed this project with great enthusiasm and got the well completed in record time. When this five-storied edifice was completed but for the dome, Begda renewed his proposal. The next day, Roopba took a round of the well and saying a final prayer, flung herself into the water and drowned.
Mohammed Begda immediately stopped further construction but did not get the monument demolished probably because Roopba had employed Muslim masons who had decorated it with Islamic motifs. The incidents, which led to the erection of this unique well, are detailed on the walls and pillars of the vav in Sanskrit and Pali (an ancient language).
I was just so depressed last night. I seriously just wanted to die. I felt all alone and I had no one to talk to. My best friend is no longer my friend and pretty much wants nothing to do with me... and I just feel awful about a whole lot of things. I got myself drunk on overproof vodka and peach schnapps to make it a tad more palatable.... and a handful of Klonopin.... Pretty much the only reason I'm here right now is because I sat up through the night trying to make a suicide video (in lieu of a note) to my ex best friend.... because he was the only one that I really wanted to talk to.
Anyway, these photos were taken before I started working on the video... it got worse as the night went on... and then it got to the point where exhaustion just took over and I couldn't do anything but sleep. Last night was pretty bad.... =(
I obviously adjusted the tones and stuff on this shot.
we R heartbroken.
Early Friday morning (11/11/2022) some dogs ran in our yard & killed Riley.
He was so happy .... pix from last year helping me by riding in the wheelbarrow.
01.22.2021
It was late November.
My christmas cactus bloomed in bright red.
And that was when he gave up on us.
The world has become so big and scary without him.
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“Han” the Merman in Helsingør, North Zealand (a half-hour train ride north from Copenhagen). This shiny, reflective metal statue of a young man sits sideways on a rock looking out to sea.
The Merman Han (meaning “He”)'s reflective pose echoes the Little Mermaid’s statue in Copenhagen. Whilst he doesn’t wear any fins on his feet, he could easily be her little brother.
Reflection & Longing
Hans Christian Andersen’s original story, The Little Mermaid, is not as you know it from Disney movies. The story begins the same but takes a dark turn when the sea witch makes vastly more brutal demands, and the ending is far more sombre. Spoiler alert: the prince marries someone else and leaves our darling mermaid utterly heartbroken.
The statue of Han the Merman could embody the personal melancholy that Hans Christian Andersen expressed in his Little Mermaid story. Andersen wrote the fairytale in 1836 after suffering the deep heartache of unrequited love for his close friend, Edvard Collin. Collin did not reciprocate his feelings and married, leaving Andersen feeling devastated.
Raised in poverty, possibly struggling with dyslexia, and bullied as a student, Andersen had always felt like an outsider. The ache of longing to be part of something out of reach was a theme in Andersen’s life and was reflected in his writing, particularly in The Little Mermaid. She gave away her voice in desperation to be part of the other world, where the dancing, walking, capable people are.
Han the Merman already has a human form, yet he still seems to yearn for the open seas. Maybe he longs to return to a simpler, more spartan existence.
Whatever your interpretation, he is quite literally in a state of permanent reflection. Made of long lasting and eye-catchingly polished stainless steel, his glittering form reflects the sunlight and dazzles visitors on a clear day.
And it is said that if you stay with him long enough, you might glimpse him winking at you.
Some days are just so very very hard it is almost unbearable. Today was one of those. This morning I had to say goodbye too Freddie, my sidekick of the last 17 years. I know one day the tears will be replaced by smiles as I remember our good times and what a little rascal he was, but not today. Today my heart breaks and feels as if it will never heal.
RIP little guy. I will love you forever Freddie Bear.
I wanted to thank Stephen for choosing my Day 365 shot as his number one pick for the first ever video podcast of the 365 Days project. I can't even describe to you what it means to me.
After a hacker deleted 165 of my 365 shots I felt so heartbroken and that it was all for nothing. I put my entire heart and soul into my 365 project and I especially did so for my Day 365.
The night my account was hacked, I cried myself to sleep and was certain I was never going to be on Flickr ever again. I was THAT heartsick. I still am actually.
BUT as I said here and here, I will not let cruelty win.
NEVER.
So for me not only am I so very honored that he chose my shot as his number one featured shot.
But to me it reconfirms to me that even though SO MANY of my shots were deleted because of cruelty.....
Maybe it really wasn't all for nothing after all.
Thank you Stephen.
I really can't thank you enough.
You have softened the blow of losing so many beloved photos.
NOTHING and NO ONE can EVER take away what 365 Days gave to me.
EVER.
Mav and Stephen you have changed SO MANY lives by starting the 365 Days project.
Thank you so very much for that.
It really IS an AMAZING and LIFE CHANGING experience.
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Yesterday marked the start of a brand new year long project for me. I have been and will be taking my shots for the new project but I won't be able to upload any of them until Friday at the earliest. My beloved grandma's visitation is today, with her funeral tomorrow.
It is the perfect project for me because it encompasses all three projects that I had planned to start with the new year. It will include 52 weeks of self portraits, 100 Strangers, and Project 365.
Thank you SO MUCH to all of you out there who have emailed, flickrmailed, or commented to me. Your love and support always blows me away. I love you all.
Binnshire, Gouldsboro, Maine
I wouldn't normally have thought to enter this image of our beautiful and loving GSD in the Best of 2024 group but Ena left us yesterday, and left us heartbroken. I wish she could have met each of you. She loved people, and trusted everyone (and never to her disadvantage I am happy to say). I have never met a more friendly, loving and beautiful dog than our Ena. She lived well over 12 years which is great for a GSD, over six of those years with us. Before that she was a mom at a great breeder, Seelenvoll. Owners of Seelenvoll dogs are a bit like one big family and many own puppies and grand puppies of our Ena. I see Ena in the faces of many of these dogs. Run free sweet Ena! My heart may be broken, but you have left us with wonderful memories and I think you left the world a better place by spreading your love far and wide.
The legend behind the origin of this step-well is as interesting as its architecture and is shrouded in beauty, romance and tragedy. In AD 1499, the area around Adlaj was known as Dandai Desh and was ruled by Rana Veer Singh of the Vaghela dynasty. Around this time, Mohammed Begda, a Muslim ruler of a neighboring state attacked Dandai Desh and killed Rana Veer Singh. The beauty of the slain king's widow, Rani Roopba, enamored Mohammed Begda who sent her a proposal of marriage. The heartbroken but determined queen agreed to the proposal on the condition that he complete a five-storied step-well (vav) for her. The Muslim ruler, enticed by the charm of the queen, readily agreed.
The construction of this well had begun years ago under Rana Veer Singh but had to be stopped later. Begda resumed this project with great enthusiasm and got the well completed in record time. When this five-storied edifice was completed but for the dome, Begda renewed his proposal. The next day, Roopba took a round of the well and saying a final prayer, flung herself into the water and drowned.
Mohammed Begda immediately stopped further construction but did not get the monument demolished probably because Roopba had employed Muslim masons who had decorated it with Islamic motifs. The incidents, which led to the erection of this unique well, are detailed on the walls and pillars of the vav in Sanskrit and Pali (an ancient language).
check out the history of the well on
It rained today. That in itself wasn't so bad as we really do need some rain but what we need is a soft steady rain lasting for about a week not the heavy deluge that did arrive. After dinner Kevin and I went to check out the garden. It wasn't a pretty sight. So many flowers ruined and beaten down. Plus the hanging baskets really took a beating. I felt heartbroken just looking at it but Kevin being Kevin figures he can nurse them back to their glory days and right away started the clean up and giving them some plant food and power bloom. I figure if anyone can bring them back he is the one to do it.
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51/365 Tatum discovered that the grave marker for her beloved betta fish Rainbow was broken in two. I told her that it probably happened when the city trucks used our driveway to clear out the canal last week. To that she replied, "They broke both of my hearts." =,o(
I am saddened by the number of injuries these beautiful animals get. As you know I have been watching a group for many months now. I have already found one dead and this beauty has now sustained a bad injury to one of it's back legs.
It sure is a hard life in the U.K being a wild Fox.
Taken this week.
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(from the set of Little Women)
"There is no power like that of prevailing prayer,
of Abraham pleading for Sodom,
Jacob wrestling in the stillness of the night,
Moses standing in the breach,
Hannah intoxicated with sorrow,
David heartbroken with remorse and grief,
Jesus in sweat of blood.
Add to this list from the records of the church
your personal observation and experience,
and always there is the cost of passion unto blood.
Such prayer prevails.
It turns ordinary mortals into men of power.
It brings power. It brings fire. It brings rain.
It brings life. It brings God."
- Samuel Chadwick