I can but pray the Father o a to haud his ee upon her an his airms aboot her an keep aff the hardenin o the hert at despises coonsel

Eventually you will find yourself preferring to say Prayer happened and I was there more than I prayed today. All you know is that you are being led being guided being loved being used being prayed through -- and you are no longer in the drivers seat.

My reality is at the end of the dream. When I walk down the road of life searching for the door that will guide me to my reality I am merely walking to confirm there is nothing there.

Moments of prayer intruded on by sloth cannot be made up. We may get experience but we cannot get back the rich freshness and strength which were wrapped up in those moments.

Prayer is standing in the presence of God with the mind in the heart that is at that point of our being where there are no divisions or distinctions and where we are totally one. There Gods Spirit dwells and there the great encounter takes place. There heart speaks to heart because there we stand before the face of the Lord all-seeing with us.

I bet when you hold hands with a girl that cool you wonder if its possible youre going to levitate like that one of them monks I saw on a TV commercial once which dont you wish that was real- Mack

When you pray you rise to meet in the air those who are praying at that very hour and whom save in prayer you may not meet.

Prayer is a many fingeredand kaleidoscopic thingit foldsand unfolds inside of you. It entersthe many rooms you cannot enter.

Prayer is the hardest thing. And no one congratulates you for doing it because no one knows youre doing it and if things turn out well they likely wont thank God in any case. But I have a feeling that the hardest thing is what we all better be doing now and that its not only the best answer but the only one.

To try to pray is to pray. You cant fail at it. Its the only human endeavor I can think of where trying is doing. Reaching out is holding on. Joining in is letting go.