We are fit for the work of God only when we have wept over it, prayed about it, and then we are enabled by Him to tackle the job that needs to be done.
We must learn to let go, to give up, to make room for the things we have prayed for and desired.
Maybe if I prayed to Miss Marple, she’d hook me up with a clue
Our prayers are granted as soon as we have prayed, even though the process of fulfilling our requests has not yet begun.
I prayed. God became more than faith. He became knowledge, and I appealed to him. Then I became ashamed. Why hadn't I embraced him so thoroughly before?
If I prayed as much as I pluck, I'd be the Dalai Lama.
I did not pray for any relief, but I prayed for strength to suffer with courage, humility and love.
After my husband died more than a decade ago, my mother prayed that I would remarry so that I could have a "normal" life again. Many people assumed that it would be too difficult for me to carry on as a single mother and raise a child without a man at my side. As the years went by, I found that it was indeed possible and that, in fact, I had no desire to remarry.
I don't think I've ever prayed in my entire life, never sat and had an imaginary chat with God.
The Bible talks plentifully about joy, but it nowhere talks about a 'happy Christian. ' Happiness depends on what happens; joy does not. Remember, Jesus Christ had joy, and He prayed 'that they might have my joy fulfilled in themselves. '
Is not prayer a study of truth, a sally of the soul into the unfound infinite? No man ever prayed heartily without learning something.
No one ever said at the end of his days; 'I have read my bible too much, I have thought of God too much, I have prayed too much, I have been too careful with my soul'
What a mercy was it to us to have parents that prayed for us before they had us, as well as in our infancy when we could not pray for ourselves!
It tore my heart out, because I heard his voice. The wolves sang slowly behind him, bittersweet harmony, but all I heard was Sam. His howl trembled, rose, fell in anguish. I listened for a long time. I prayed for them to stop, to leave me alone, but at the same time I was desperately afraid they would. Long after the other voices had dropped away, Sam kept howling, very soft and slow. When he finally fell silent, the night felt dead.
In the chapel you prayed to be a saint and now I will make you a god.
If He prayed who was without sin, how much more it becometh a sinner to pray!
When Job was prospering, he prayed. When he was suffering, he still prayed.
The world is in trouble. Many have prayed. God sent help. God sent you.
It must be good to die in Toronto. The transition between life and death would be continuous, painless and scarcely noticeable in this silent town. I dreaded the Sundays and prayed to God that if he chose for me to die in Toronto, he would let it be on a Saturday afternoon to save me from one more Toronto Sunday.
Once at a potent leader's voice I stayed; Once I went back when a good monarch prayed; Mortals, howe'er we grieve, howe'er deplore, The flying shadow will return no more.