Quotes About Prayer

If you're being tormented by guilt or feelings of failure in this area, confess your thoughts to God, pray about it, put it in God's hands, and then stand up and proclaim the truth!

The Bible says, "Husbands, likewise, dwell with them with understanding, giving honor to the wife, as to the weaker vessel, and as being heirs together of the grace of life, that your prayers may not be hindered" (1 Peter 3:7).

If busyness, workaholism, unforgiveness, strife, child-rearing, careers, separate interests, boredom, or miscommunication has crept in between you and your wife, God can work through your prayers to bring down the wall that separates you, melt the armor that has been put on for self-protection, and mold you together in unity.

Cuando oramos, nos humillamos a nosotros mismos delante de Dios y decimos: "Necesito tu presencia y tu poder, Señor. No puedo hacer esto sin ti". Si no oramos, es como decir que somos más que suficientes para enfrentar situaciones y que no necesitamos a Dios.

We just have to show up and pray. Some

sought the LORD, and He heard me, and delivered me from all my

The battle for our lives, and the lives of our children, our husbands, our friends, our families, and our nation, is waged on our knees.

Lord our God, hear my prayer, the prayer of my heart. Bless the largeness inside me, no matter how I fear it. Bless my reed pens and my inks. Bless the words I write. May they be beautiful in your sight. May they be visible to eyes not yet born. When I am dust, sing these words over my bones: she was a voice.

The words were unexpected, but so incisively true. So much of prayer is like that - an encounter with a truth that has sunk to the bottom of the heart, that wants to be found, wants to be spoken, wants to be elevated into the realm of sacredness.

Let's] put feet to our prayers.

Why didn't I see this before? That my creative life is my deepest prayer. That I must pray it from my heart, from my soul.

Anyone can retire into a quiet place, wrote Evelyn Underhill, but it's the shutting of the door that makes the difference. Solitude is a time for stripping away everything in order to focus on God. (Matt 6:6)

Squeezing it in my palm, I prayed, Please, God, let this seed you planted in me bear fruit.

Does he think my writing is not a prayer? Does he think because I hold a pen I don't grieve?

Mauma didn't fall again, though, and I reckoned God had lent me an ear, but maybe that ear wasn't white, maybe the world had a colored God, too, or else it was mauma who kept her own self standing, who answered my prayer with the strength of her limbs and the grip of her heart. She never whimpered, never made a sound except some whisperings from her lips.

He waited actively—letting go, descending into the depths of his soul, listening, opening himself to change, praying.

As I write, I sit in Lazarus's courtyard where your friend Tabitha is playing the lyre, filling the air with the sweetest of music. Jesus has gone to the Mount of Olives to pray. He has missed you, Ana. He bids me give you his love. We await you. Your brother, Judas 10th day of Shebat

Taking the bowl in his hands, he turned it as he read aloud, "Lord our God, hear my prayer, the prayer of my heart." Looking up, he held my gaze a moment before continuing. "Bless the largeness inside me, no matter how I fear it. Bless my reed pens and my inks. Bless the words I write. May they be beautiful in your sight. May they be visible to eyes not yet born. When I am dust, sing these words over my bones: she was a voice.

I pray every single moment of my life; not on my knees but with my work. My prayer is to lift women to equality with men. Work and worship are one with me.

Johann carefully wrote the letters J J—short for Jesu, Juva, or "Jesus, Help"—at the top of the page. With that, the music began to pour from his soul and onto the page. When he was finally satisfied, he wrote the letters SDG at the bottom of the page. These letters stood for Soli Deo Gloria—"for the glory of God alone." His prayer was that whenever the music was played, it would point toward God.

never think God doesn't listen when you tell Him what you want.

I don't know very many people who can piece together eloquent prayers when their souls are wounded. Words don't come at those times, but tears do. I have always thought of my tears as prayers.

Kindness, kindness, kindness. I want to make a New year's prayer, not a resolution. I'm praying for courage.

Pavese's continual prayers for the strength to lead a life of rigorous seclusion and solitude ("The only heroic rule is to be alone, alone, alone") are entirely of a piece with his repeated complaints about his inability to feel.