Quotes About Prayer

Lord that she might be safe. She and my children.

He touched the rough crucifix that lay against his chest and whispered to the moving air, Lord, that she might be safe, she and my children. Then turned his cheek to her reaching hand and touched her throught the veils of time.

Lord, he'd said. Let me be enough. That prayer had lodged in my heart like an arrow when I'd heard it and thought he asked for help in doing what had to be done. But that wasn't what he'd meant at all—and the realization of what he had meant split my heart in two. I took his face between my hands, and wished so much that I had his own gift, the ability to say what lay in my heart, in such a way that he would know. But I hadn't.

Put your trust in God, and pray for guidance. And when in doubt, eat." A Franciscan monk had once given me that advice, and on the whole, I had found it useful.

Some hae meat that canna eat, And some could eat that want it. We hae meat, and we can eat, And so may God be thankit. Amen.

That is what God is for. Worry doesna help—prayer does. Sometimes

There's always a prayer, a nighean, even if it's only A Dhia, cuidich mi." Oh, God—help me.

I prayed all the way up that hill yesterday; not for you to stay; I didna think that would be right. I prayed I'd be strong enough to send ye away. I said, Lord, if I've ever had courage in my life before, let me have it now. Let me be brave enough and not fall to my knees and beg her to stay.

It was what you did when someone died; turned toward God and at least acknowledge the fact.

Lord, that she might be safe, he prayed. She and the child.

Yirmi y?lda kaç gece vard?r k?z?m? Kaç saat vard?r? Yirmi y?l boyunca kar?m?n hala yaÅŸay?p yaÅŸamad???n? ve nas?l yaÅŸad???n? düÅŸünüp durdum. Onun ve çocuÄŸumun. Tanr? bu yüzden var. EndiÅŸe hiçbir iÅŸe yaramaz, dua yarar. Bazen...

you understood why people have always looked up into the sky when talking to God. You need to feel the immensity of something very much bigger than yourself, and there it is—immeasurably vast, and always near at hand. Covering you.

And that, ma chère madame, is all I can tell you—no more than I can tell any troubled soul who comes to me for advice: put your trust in God, and pray for guidance." He shoved the fresh pastry toward me. "But whatever you are to do, you will

Ayer rece durante todo el camino colina arriba, no para que te quedaras, no me parecía correcto. Rezaba para tener la fortaleza necesaria para dejar que te fueras. Dije <>, ha sido el momento mas difícil, sassenach.

That is what God is for. Worry doesna help – prayer does. Sometimes,' he added honestly.

But Ã¢â'¬Â¦ do you actually do anything?" I asked. "Er, pray, I mean?" "I? Well," he said slowly, "I sit, and I look at Him." A wide smile stretched the fine-drawn lips. "And He looks at me.

I prayed all the way up that hill yesterday, he said softly. Not for you to stay; I didna think that would be right. I prayed I'd be strong enough to send ye away.

He had enough experience in the business of prayer to recognize an answer when it showed up, though, however unwelcome.

But he found the wall of prayer a barricade between himself and the wicked sly thoughts and, closing his eyes briefly, felt his father walk beside him and Brian Fraser's last kiss soft as the wind on his cheek. —

If ever there were a night when angels walked, I prayed it might be this one.

Bless Thou, O God, the dwelling," he said, "And each who rests herein this night; Bless Thou, O God, my beloved ones In every place wherein they sleep; In the night that is to-night, And every night; In the day that is to-day, And every day. May this sacred iron be witness To the love of God and the guarding of this house.

If you knew they were really balls of flaming gas, you could imagine them as van Gogh saw them, without difficulty Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and looking into that illuminated void, you understood why people have always looked up into the sky when talking to God. You need to feel the immensity of something very much bigger than yourself, and there it is—immeasurably vast, and always near at hand. Covering you. Help me, I said silently. I

nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti," he babbled, crossing

Put your trust in God, and pray for guidance. And when in doubt, eat." A Franciscan monk had once given me that advice, and on the whole