But he wasn't talking to me,' protested Anne. 'He was talking to God and he didn't seem to be very much interested in it, either. I think he thought God was too far off to make it worth while.

pointed firs coming out against the pink sky- and that white orchard and the old Snow Queen. Isn't the breath of the mint delicious? And that tea rose- why, it's a song and a hope and a prayer all in one.

Gracious heavenly Father, I thank Thee for the White Way of Delight and the Lake of Shining Waters and Bonny and the Snow Queen. I'm really extremely grateful for them. And that's all the blessings I can think of just now to thank Thee for. As for the things I want, they're so numerous that it would take a great deal of time to name them all so I will only mention the two most important. Please let me stay at Green Gables; and please let me be good-looking when I grow up.

Well, I am going to leave the war to Haig for the rest of the day and make a frosting for my chocolate cake.

Mor had said she would pray for them. One side of Signe's mind said, Bosh, a waste of time. But the other side, the one that grew up praying and believing that God was indeed real and in His heaven, that He cared about His people here on earth and listened to their cries—that part fought to break free from the chest where she had banished it.

I hope the dogs don't bark tonight. I always think it's mine

The crew of the shuttle Columbia did not return safely to Earth; yet we can pray that all are safely home.

The people who really rule the world are those who know how to pray.

And that is why we sometimes have to push through enemy territory when we pray. It is not that we are praying out of the will of God, or that God is unwilling to hear us, but that we have to penetrate a hostile kingdom in the heavenlies in order to reach Him.

The child asks of the Father whom he knows. Thus, the essence of Christian prayer is not general adoration, but definite, concrete petition. The right way to approach God is to stretch out our hands and ask of One who we know has the heart of a Father.

But the Christian also knows that he not only cannot and dare not be anxious, but that there is no need for him to be so. Neither anxiety now work can secure his daily bread, for bread is the gift of the Father.

When a man really gives up trying to make something out of himself—a saint, or a converted sinner, or a churchman (a so-called clerical somebody), a righteous or unrighteous man,… when in the fullness of tasks, questions, success or ill-hap, experiences and perplexities, a man throws himself into the arms of God… then he wakes with Christ in Gethsemane. That is faith, that is metanoia and it is thus that he becomes a man and Christian.