Work is a prayer. And I start off every morning dedicating it to our Creator.

I remember being at school during morning meeting and looking around at everybody 350 kids saying a prayer. We're all very young and no one knows what it means and I remember feeling strange that people were just repeating words that they didn't understand. I refused to participate. For some reason I always rejected it but respectfully.

Work is a prayer and I start off every morning dedicating it to our Creator.

Every Wednesday my husband and I have a study group with our friends. I attend church. We try to devote time in the morning say a prayer.

Arranging a bowl of flowers in the morning can give a sense of quiet in a crowded day - like writing a poem or saying a prayer.

Prayer is the key of the morning and the bolt of the evening.

My mom taught us the Serenity Prayer at a young age.

It was the courts of course that took away prayer from our schools that took away Bible reading from our schools. It's the courts that gave us same-sex marriage. So it is quite a battlefield and the Supreme Court is the highest court in the land.

Prayer does not use up artificial energy doesn't burn up any fossil fuel doesn't pollute. Neither does song neither does love neither does the dance.

Let everyone try and find that as a result of daily prayer he adds something new to his life something with which nothing can be compared.

If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you it will be enough.

I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.

This was our last stop. This was it. We had those two embryos that we had banked prior to learning about the breast cancer and with the medicine she was on this was our last effort. The prayers were answered.

It is my fervent hope and prayer that by exposing my mistakes and by pointing out the things that were a part of my early life some who might be following the same paths might not make those same mistakes.

My hope and prayer is that the body of Christ in America will awake with holy boldness a boldness content neither with silence nor mere words but that backs up those words with action and results.

Expect to have hope rekindled. Expect your prayers to be answered in wondrous ways. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again.

In our home there was always prayer - aloud proud and unapologetic.