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The best formula for a prayer that gives J.O.Y: J- 1st, Pray to JESUS O- 2nd, Pray for OTHERS Y- 3rd, Pray for YOURSELF Most people distort the formula by praying selfish prayers for their own personal gains. JYO is not the spelling for joy. In JOY, O comes before Y. It means you pray for OTHERS before YOURSELF.

The color-patches of vision part, shift, and reform as I move through space in time. The present is the object of vision, and what I see before me at any given second is a full field of color patches scattered just so. The configuration will never be repeated. Living is moving; time is a live creek bearing changing lights. As I move, or as the world moves around me, the fullness of what I see shatters. “Last forever!” Who hasn’t prayed that prayer? You were lucky to get it in the first place. The present is a freely given canvas. That it is constantly being ripped apart and washed downstream goes without saying; it is a canvas, nevertheless. But there is more to the present than a series of snapshots. We are not merely sensitized film; we have feelings, a memory for information and an eidetic memory for the imagery of our pasts. Our layered consciousness is a tiered track for an unmatched assortment of concentrically wound reels. Each one plays out for all of life its dazzle and blur of translucent shadow-pictures; each one hums at every moment its own secret melody in its own unique key. We tune in and out. But moments are not lost. Time out of mind is time nevertheless, cumulative, informing the present. From even the deepest slumber you wake with a jolt- older, closer to death, and wiser, grateful for breath. But time is the one thing we have been given, and we have been given to time. Time gives us a whirl. We keep waking from a dream we can’t recall, looking around in surprise, and lapsing back, for years on end. All I want to do is stay awake, keep my head up, prop my eyes open, with toothpicks, with trees.

The destiny of a man is determined by his daily action, God won't allow you go anywhere, if you don't make an attempt to move.

The enemy knows God has a purpose and plan for your life. The enemy is the one who wants you to give up.

The grace of prayer is an act of seeking to communicate with divine power.

The important matter is God has given us life. We must pray for grace to live.

The Lord has unlimited resources to meet your every need.

The Lord is supreme. The Lord is strong.

The only power desirable is the grace to pray.

The only possible thing, you can do is to pray.

The paradise of praying is like a palace of full of precious things.

The path of prayer is forever bright.

The path of prayer is way of purity.

The people living darkness has seen a great light

The peace within is the power of the Holy Spirit.

The phenomenon of praying is beyond description.

The purpose of prayer is purification.

There are times...when we are in the midst of life-moments of confrontation with birth or death, or moments of beauty when nature or love is fully revealed, or moments of terrible loneliness-times when a holy and awesome awareness comes upon us. It may come as deep inner stillness or as a rush of overflowing emotion. It may seem to come from beyond us, without any provocation, or from within us, evoked by music or by a sleeping child. If we open our hearts at such moments, creation reveals itself to us in all it's unity and fullness. And when we return from such a moment of awareness, our hearts long to find some way to capture it in words forever, so that we can remain faithful to it's higher truth. ...When my people search for a name to give to the truth we feel at those moments, we call it God, and when we capture that understanding in timeless poetry, we call it praying.

There comes a point where you need to lose your religion in order to restore your relationship.

The sound of thunder awake me, and when I got up, my feet sank into muddy water up to my ankles. Mother took Buster and Helen to high ground to pray, but I stayed behind with Apache and Lupe. We barricaded the door with the rug and started bailing water out the window. Mother came back and begged us to go pray with her on the hilltop. "To heck with praying!" I shouted. "Bail, dammit, bail!" Mom look mortified. I could tell she thought I'd probably doomed us all with my blasphemy, and I was a little shocked at it myself, but with the water rising so fast, the situation was dire. We had lit the kerosene lamp, and we could see the walls of the dugout were beginning to sag inward. If Mom had pitched in and helped, there was a chance we might have been able to save the dugout - not a good chance, but a fighting chance. Apache and Lupe and I couldn't do it on our own, though, and when the ceiling started to cave, we grabbed Mom's walnut headboard and pulled it through the door just as the dugout collapsed in on itself, burying everything. Afterward, I was pretty aggravated with Mom. She kept saying that the flood was God's will and we had to submit to it. But I didn't see things that way. Submitting seemed to me a lot like giving up. If God gave us the strength to bail - the gumption to try to save ourselves - isn't that what he wanted us to do?

The gift of prayer is priceless gift.

The greater the need, the greater the quest for God.

The holy war is only within.

The sun shall lead you in the day. The stars will guide you at night.

The sweetness of prayer is the prosperity of the soul.

They’re praying to ham bones, ham bones! The blessed pig!

They torture us but could not kill our spirit. We have greater divine power, guiding and protecting us.

This is what the LORD requires of every man; to do justice, to love mercy and to humbly work with God.

Those people who shoot endless time-lapse films of unfurling roses and tulips have the wrong idea. They should train their cameras instead on the melting of pack ice, the green filling of ponds, the tidal swings…They should film the glaciers of Greenland, some of which creak along at such a fast clip that even the dogs bark at them. They should film the invasion of the southernmost Canadian tundra by the northernmost spruce-fir forest, which is happening right now at the rate of a mile every 10 years. When the last ice sheet receded from the North American continent, the earth rebounded 10 feet. Wouldn’t that have been a sight to see?

The storm that is coming is indifferent to your prayers.

Today is the winter solstice. The planet tilts just so to its star, lists and holds circling in a fixed tension between veering and longing, and spins helpless, exalted, in and out of that fleet blazing touch. Last night Orion vaulted and spread all over the sky, pagan and lunatic, his shoulder and knee on fire, his sword three suns at the ready-for what? I won’t see this year again, not again so innocent; and longing wrapped round my throat like a scarf. “For the Heavenly Father desires that we should see,” says Ruysbroeck, “and that is why He is ever saying to our inmost spirit one deep unfathomable word and nothing else.” But what is the word? Is this mystery or coyness? A cast-iron bell hung from the arch of my rib cage; when I stirred, it rang, or it tolled, a long syllable pulsing ripples up my lungs and down the gritty sap inside my bones, and I couldn’t make it out; I felt the voiced vowel like a sigh or a note but I couldn’t catch the consonant that shaped it into sense.

To move from bondage to freedom requires a shift in viewpoint; the purpose of prayer is to affect this shift; to take you from someone in need to someone who knows all needs are met in G-d.

The spirit of purposeful prayer is to seek the heavenly blessings.

Turn your loneliness into singing and praying, and you shall realize that you are never alone at all

Two basic principles; reading God’s word and praying regularly.

Three essential keys (FAITH, HOPE and LOVE) will open the Heavens door.

Two great prayers; Yahweh, grant me grace for my daily activities. Yahweh, protect me from all evil, so that my life will be free of pain in Jesus name. Amen!

Virtue of prayer, virtue of patience.

Watch out, every day miraculous encounter with you and God!

We all wrestle with our innerself. It takes grace to find our soul.

We are gods but we are afraid of the ensuing responsibility; that's why we prefer to remain slaves. Only if we dared to rise up to the challenge and assume our divinity, we could perform most of the miracles we pray for.

We cannot save ourselves. Only God has the power to save us.

We drove past a small church, and the congregation had abandoned the building to stand outside in a circle with their heads bowed, maybe hoping their prayers would get a better signal on the lawn. Heaven has notoriously bad reception.

We fall on our knees in awe of God’s greatness.

We find ourselves in the arms of the Creator.

We live in the real world, and make our choices based on what’s in front of us, but we can always pray for a miracle.

We must arise and build the nation.

To say you're unable means you're unfaithful. Pray hard, reach deep, stay the course. There is redemption ahead.

We have enough grace for everything.

What great deed can parent do, than to pray for their children.