I had a peace all day. I knew it was a tough golf course. I probably prayed more the last three holes than I ever did in my life.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I remember praying for peace all the time as a kid.
I pray daily... for peace.
I have traveled a long road from the battlefield to the peace table.
Peace is one of the most precious gifts God has promised His children. I know, because for many years my life was not peaceful, and I was miserable.
More than anything, praying just helps me to concentrate and let go of things that don't matter in that moment. It gives me peace knowing I'm in good hands.
My prayer became 'May I find peace... May I love this life no matter what.' I was seeking an inner refuge, an experience of presence and wholeness that could carry me through whatever losses might come.
While others prayed for the good time coming, I worked for it.
I was living an extremely burdensome life, because every time I prayed, I became more clearly aware of my faults. On the one hand, God was calling me. On the other, I was following the way of the world. Doing what God wanted made me happy; but I felt bound by the things of this world.
I prayed a lot. That's all I had in the gym; that was the thing I could turn to.
The only time my prayers are never answered is on the golf course.