Merciful Father.... I have squandered my days with plans of many things.This was not among them. But at this moment I beg only to live the next few minutes well.For all we ought to have thought and have not thought... All we ought to have said and have not said. All we ought to have done and have not done. I pray thee God for forgiveness.

And we pray and we pray and we pray and we pray.Everyday everyday everyday everyday

Jesus doesnt lead you out of your day He leads you into it.

I liked this God very much because you hardly had to talk to it and it never talked back. Blue Like Jazz Nonreligious Thoughts on Christian Spirituality

One foggy night I was walking the dogs down the lane and heard the geese very close overhead calling calling their marvellous strange cry as they flew by. I think that is what our own best prayer must sound like when we send it up to heaven.

Even when she was speaking her soul was in prayer reposing on an unseen support.

Prayer makes coffee shops of our souls places that celebrate and savor the presence and lordship of God in our lives. It must be unceasing and constant. It must become who we are.

What was more needed by this old man who divided the leisure hours of his life where he had so little leisure between gardening in the daytime and contemplation at night Was not this narrow enclosure with the sky for a background enough to enable him to adore God in his most beautiful as well as in his most sublime works Indeed is not that all and what more can be desired A little garden to walk and immensity to reflect upon. At his feet something to cultivate and gather above his head something to study and meditate upon a few flowers on the earth and all the stars in the sky.

Contemporaries relate that hearing Martin Luther pray was an experience in theology. They said the reformer began praying with such humility that he could be pitied only to proceed with such boldness before God that the human hearer would fear for him.

The Lord is my shepherdI shall not want him for longHe maketh me to lie down in green pasturesand there are no green pasturesHe leadeth me beside still watersand still waters run deep