By prayer the ability is secured to feel the law of love to speak according to the law of love and to do everything in harmony with the law of love.
Regarding 'Jabez's Prayer', I will say at once that I am a very poor Christian, and indeed a bad man. My besetting sins are many, and the least of them are the fleshlier ones: the really deadly ones...
I beseech Christ for this one thing only, that He will enable me to endure all things courageously, and that He break me as a potter's vessel or make me strong, as it pleases Him.
We dare not forget the power of prayer.
Christians, pray for an outpouring of God's Spirit upon a willful, evil, unrepentant world.
Prayer is not meant to always give us the answers we want. It is not the resting place upon which the scales of our faith and trust are balanced. It is not the reason for faith, but rather the result...
There is comfort in keeping what is sacred inside us not as a secret, but as a prayer.
I pray to the birds because they remind me of what I love rather than what I fear. And at the end of my prayers, they teach me how to listen.
Or you might shout at the top of your lungs or whisper into your sleeve, "I hate you, God." That is a prayer too, because it is real, it is truth, and maybe it is the first sincere thought you've had...
Help" is a prayer that is always answered. It doesn't matter how you pray--with your head bowed in silence, or crying out in grief, or dancing. Churches are good for prayer, but so are garages and...
A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages.
That is to say, I pray for you. And there's an intimacy in it. That's the truth.
Prayer is like water - something you can't imagine has the strength or power to do any good, and yet give it time and it can change the lay of the land.
The only difference between a wish and a prayer is that you're at the mercy of the universe for the first, and you've got some help with the second.
Tangaloor, fire-brightFlame-foot, farthest walkerYour hunter speaksIn need he walksIn need, but never in fear.
Never pray for justice, because you might get some.
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It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?