richelle-goodrich

Prayer, faith, and vision, plus real effort too.Blend them together for one potent brew.The magical spell to your dreams coming true.

Dear God,I hurt. Please hold me.Amen

Prayer: _The act of falling to your knees in pleading fashion, seeking help from a greater power than all else to have failed you previously.

I realized at that moment - observing his form move further away without once turning back - that I__ already begun to rebuild the imaginary wall between us. I was shielding my heart with stone cold feelings again, the only way I knew to protect it. I still planned to try my hand at prayer. If God would grant me this one request, if I could keep my only friend, I would give anything in return, even the treasured books trapped beneath my arm. I__ tasted enough of a dismal life to know that a real, true friend was of greater worth than the collection of every imagined fairytale in the world.

It's a sweet thing to sit quietly in the early-morning darkness and talk to God for a while. It's amazing what you gain from the conversation.

Flames burn so long as they are fed. Rivers rage so long as it rains. The sun rises so long as the earth rotates. Prayers are answered so long as they are uttered.Hope exists so long as there is a new day. Miracles never cease so long as there is faith. Love endures so long as kindness rules all actions. Dreams thrive so long as they are pursued. Never give up so long as you live.

Pray for good.Pray for happy.And always pray for Mom.

Some parts of life are lived in the shadows where the only sunlight you feel is the light you pray for.

I sat in a boxWith walls on each side.Not too tall.Not too wide.To think.To ponder.To pray.To hide.I sat in a box and cried.

If every day you were to walk past the same individual and ignore him, never smiling or saying hello or returning any kind gesture he extended toward you, would you expect that same individual to readily respond if suddenly you were to implore his helping hand? Then don__ ignore God. Say __ello_ now and then.

Pray as if you are fully aware that the intricate timing and rotation of every celestial entity in the universe__ncluding the coming and going of innumerable, precious life forms__oes not rest in your tiny, mortal hands.

As ofttimes as it rains on my little spot of earth, you'd think I'd grow accustomed to the gloom.

Moisture falls from the sky, cleansing the world and sustaining precious life. But it's the gloom__he cold, dark air__hat receives notice. We fail to see the miracle of raindrops through our own tears.

Rain is a lullaby heard through a thick, isolating blanket of clouds. It is the tinkling harp of water droplets; a moist breath whistling through willow reeds; a pattering beat background to the mourner's melody. Rain is a soft song of compassion for the brokenhearted.

Discouragement, fear, and depression__hree villains who lurk in the dark.They slip inside souls with a blindfold and goals to shatter your dreams and extinguish your spark.Their tactics are highly effective.They crush a great many each day.And under their spell it is easy to dwellOn fiascoes and failures that end in dismay.The heart and the mind are left heavy.The last speck of will is erased.And nothing stays on when these villains are gonebut a mouthful of bile with the bitterest taste.Alas! You must conquer the scoundrels!Elude, dodge, and keep them at bay!To feel fear slink in, boring under your skin,is a sign that his brothers are well on their way.So reach for your weapons against them!Take hope and hard work in each hand!Strap faith on your hips and a prayer on your lipsand show those debasers how firmly you stand!Discouragement, fear and depression__he truth should be known of these cads.They__e empty and weak; it is your strength they seek.Deny them and life is your wish in the bag.

Sorrow on another's face often looks like coldness, bitterness, resentment, unfriendliness, apathy, disdain, or disinterest when it is in truth purely sadness.

The further you descend into a pit, the darker things appear. You can't keep digging to find the light.

Sometimes giving up feels like the easiest thing to do. But then the easiest thing has never produced more than a garden full of weeds.