How is it that my prayers have devolved into a laundry list of requests verses an endless litany of praises? It may be that I’ve replaced the magnificence of God’s divinity with the baseness of my desires.

At the very instance where I simply kneel and say “help,” the vast distance that I created between where I am and where God is no longer ‘is.

I am thankful that there are those among us who have sacrificed dearly on behalf of us. And I ardently pray to God that I might be less like myself and more like them.

If you've been foolish enough to underestimate the power of prayer then you've probably been naive enough to overestimate the power of everything else.

I can get on my knees and pray all day, but until my attitude is on its knees nothing will be different once I’m back on my feet.

Prayer is never the ‘last resort.’ Rather, it is always the ‘first response.’ For if I begin with prayer, there will never be a last resort.

I sit leaned over praying in some state of darkening desperation asking God what He would have me do to get up and change a world gone wild. And He says, it is in the moments of prayer that you heal the wildness of the world. So it’s not about getting up as much as it is about sitting down.

The greatest stance that I can take has nothing to do with standing, rather it has everything to do with dropping…to my knees.

It is the person of prayer who shakes the world. And it is when our knees hit the ground in prayer that the shaking begins.