All Quotes By Tag: Prayer

“Sometimes, we feel conscious but unable to move our body. The first thing to do is focus in a prayer, then start to wink frequently.By this way, slowly but sure our body can be moved totally by our persistent willpower.”

“God is infinite and timeless; He has always been and will never cease to be.”

“I get so caught up in praying for a way ‘around’ things that I completely miss the fact that God has already ‘removed’ those things. And it is then that I realize that I had imposed my weakness on God’s strength.”

“God is the reason for the existence of every good thing.”

“God is always current and can be enjoyed in every present moment.”

“If I only use prayer as my back-up when life goes dark, I’m going to find my back up against a whole lot of dark.”

“Being alert is not to vigilantly stand on tip-toe in order to scan some distant horizon out of the fear of some approaching enemy. Quite the opposite. It is falling to our knees knowing that God is already out on that horizon and that He thwarted the enemy long before they ever reached it.”

“I don’t try to figure out what God is going to do next. I just make certain that I’m prayed up enough so that I don’t miss it when He does it.”

“Please God deliver us from the road of destruction, Amen.”

“U dječaštvu sam se molio Bogu da u meni ne ugasi svoju svjetlost i neku pobožnost “radi Boga” i njegove dobrote, a ne da bih izmolio neku korist za sebe.”

“Nay, in many cases open denials of prayer prove the most excellent answers, and God’s not hearing us is the most signal audience. Therefore at the foot of every prayer subscribe “thy will be done,” and thou shalt enjoy preventing mercies that thou never soughtest, and converting mercies to change all for the best, resting confident in this, that having asked according to his will he heareth thee.”

“Prayer is our yearning for God, the cry of our poverty and misery, stretching out toward the throne of His divine mercy.”

“I prayed to a mystery.Sometimes I was simply aware of the mystery. I saw a flash of it during a trip to New York that David and I took before we were married. We were walking on a busy sidewalk in Manhattan. I don’t remember if it was day or night. A man with a wound on his forehead came toward us. His damp, ragged hair might have been clotted with blood, or maybe it was only dirt. He wore deeply dirty clothes. His red, swollen hands, cupped in half-fists, swung loosely at his sides. His eyes were focused somewhere past my right shoulder. He staggered while he walked. The sidewalk traffic flowed around him and with him. He was strange and frightening, and at the same time he belonged on the Manhattan sidewalk as much as any of us. It was that paradox — that he could be both alien and resident, both brutalized and human, that he could stand out in the moving mass of people like a sea monster in a school of tuna and at the same time be as much at home as any of us — that stayed with me. I never saw him again, but I remember him often, and when I do, I am aware of the mystery.Years later, I was out on our property on the Olympic Peninsula, cutting a path through the woods. This was before our house was built. After chopping through dense salal and hacking off ironwood bushes for an hour or so, I stopped, exhausted. I found myself standing motionless, intensely aware of all of the life around me, the breathing moss, the chattering birds, the living earth. I was as much a part of the woods as any millipede or cedar tree. At that moment, too, I was aware of the mystery.Sometimes I wanted to speak to this mystery directly. Out of habit, I began with “Dear God” and ended with “Amen”. But I thought to myself, I’m not praying to that old man in the sky. Rather, I’m praying to this thing I can’t define. It was sort of like talking into a foggy valley.Praying into a bank of fog requires alot of effort. I wanted an image to focus on when I prayed. I wanted something to pray *to*. but I couldn’t go back to that old man. He was too closely associated with all I’d left behind.”

“That wish – that prayer – both men and women would have scorned me for – “But, Father, Thou wilt not despise!” I said, and felt that it was true.”

“The whole function of the life of prayer is, then, to enlighten and strengthen our conscience so that it not only knows and perceives the outward, written precepts of the moral and divine laws, but above all lives God’s law in concrete reality by perfect and continual union with His will.”