The whole house came up and I came up with it... I was just praying to the Lord to take care of me.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I prayed, thanking God, for making it all possible for me, because I knew where I came from.
I remember being a kid and praying in the hell of my house to have somebody love me and somebody that I could love.
Praying privately in churches, I began to discover that heaven was my true home and also that it was here and now, woven into this life.
Now when I came to go up to operations, I went down to this patient's room and got down on my knees at the foot of the bed and earnestly asked the Lord to help us and to help me.
It's completely through prayer that I came to believe in God. I just sensed a presence south of my neck.
I really prayed and asked God for my first film.
I prayed a lot. That's all I had in the gym; that was the thing I could turn to.
All I did was pray to God, every day. In prison camp, the main prayer was, 'Get me home alive, God, and I'll seek you and serve you.' I came home, got wrapped up in the celebration, and forgot about the hundreds of promises I'd made to God.
The house seemed so empty without him. And I thought about the life we'd been building together for all that time. I realized I was on the brink of losing it all. It just scared me into reality.
I don't know what in the world happened. I don't know if it was the power of the prayer or God himself, but it just reached out, either while I was driving or walking down the sidewalk or sleeping, and it just - the power of God in Jesus just grabbed me... All of a sudden, I just believed in Jesus Christ. I did, I believed in him!
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