I began to pray those same fervent prayers, lying in bed at night, hoping to see a scroll unrolled from the ceiling with a message from God just for me.
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I prayed like a man walking in a forest at night, feeling his way with his hands, at each step fearing to fall into pure bottomlessness forever. Prayer is like lying awake at night, afraid, with your head under the cover, hearing only the beating of your own heart.
I often find myself on my knees praying to something or someone to not be in control.
I knew all of the childhood prayers I uttered on my knees at the side of my bed. Many years of Sunday-school attendance had etched certain Psalms and rote prayers into the fibers of my brain. However, somewhere deep inside of me, I had the secret belief that I did not know how to pray, and that frightened me.
Praying is like a rocking chair - it'll give you something to do, but it won't get you anywhere.
My desk drawer is filled with all kinds of prayers.
You often feel that your prayers scarcely reach the ceiling; but, oh, get into this humble spirit by considering how good the Lord is, and how evil you all are, and then prayer will mount on wings of faith to heaven.
Every single morning, I have a person sitting right there next to me in prayer with a tape recorder - and a song comes up every day.
It's completely through prayer that I came to believe in God. I just sensed a presence south of my neck.
It takes me forever to say my prayers these days, but I don't care, because this time around, I want to make sure God doesn't have to do any guesswork.
I read a poem every night, as others read a prayer.