The heart was made to be broken.

Promise me youll always remember Youre braver than you believe and stronger than you seem and smarter than you think.

Im selfish impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you cant handle me at my worst then you sure as hell dont deserve me at my best.

Start your day with and in prayer. Communicate with the Lord and listen for instructions. Hooking up plugging into and connecting to the POWER SOURCE each day will keep power outages and disconnections away

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 potters vessel or make me strong as it pleases Him.

He splashed into the water his whole body not with the reverent attitude of prayer but with a desperate thirst he buried his head under the water and drank deep with his cheek against the cold stone of the riverbed the water tumbling over his back his calves. He drank and drank lifted his head and shoulders above the water to gasp in the evening air and then collapsed into the water again to drink as greedily as before.It was a kind of prayer though he realized as he emerged freezing cold as the water evaporated from his skin in the breeze of the dark morning.I am with you he said to the Oversoul. Ill do whatever you ask because I long for you to accomplish your purpose here.

Beloved we join hands here to pray for gin. An aridity defiles us. Our innards thirst for the juice of juniper. Something must be done. The drought threatens to destroy us. Surely God who let manna fall from the heavens so that the holy children of Israel might eat will not let the equally holy children of Niggeratti Manor die from the want of a little gin. Children let us pray.

Even then his thoughts did not turn to prayer but to Abbie and to what she would think about his lack of prayerfulness and that surely she would have immediately broken out in prayer. Doesnt matter now he whispered and felt that he could not cry out to God.William Drexler the Third

I was Baptist and had always prayed in a damp squint for things not to happen. Sils was a Catholic and so she prayed for things to happen for things to come true. She prayed for love here and now. I prayed for no guns.

Man in his usual perversity turns the footstool into a throne from whence he would feign direct the Almighty as to what He ought to do giving the onlooker the impression that if God had half the compassion that those who pray have all would quickly be right