Prayer Before Work Novels & Stories

Please guide me… Us … And everyone! I love you papa God! And a lot of thanks in advance! Amen! Words I utter before jump out of my bed. Then it’s time for gymnastic behavior! Fix my bed… Run to the bathroom and do my morning necessities! Stretching my body in case I have a chance to grow tall. Running to our petite terrace. Making loud noise. Errr… I don’t think so I didn’t wake someone else. Hehehe. With the roosters, I SCREAM….

Grandfather had always taught me to pray before eating so I was not surprised when Grandfather ordered me to lead the prayer. "Dear Lord God, thank you for this day when we helped many people. Thank you for the knowledge that we have to use in helping people who are in dire need of our services. Thank you for the food that is now on our table that will fill us up before finally rest. May the people who are now in their houses have enough food to fill their bellies? Amen–“

Vincent grumbled, and he was greeted with a slight chuckle from Zach. "Let's pray first before eating," said Zach, who stretched out his hands for Vincent to hold, and then both bowed their heads to pray. "Father in Heaven, bless the food and the job that Vincent got today. Protect us from the devil and all kinds of evil that will harm us. Keep us away from those who will only take advantage of us in the path of evil. Give blessings to all those who have prepared the food on this table for us. In the name of the Father in Heaven, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, amen!"

I was reluctant to go to work and I still had to rearrange the foodstuff I had left in the kitchen. "That would be after work, not now," I said, putting that by the side of my mind. Yeah, lazy. Yes, I am, but I can work hard when I want to. I raised my leg upwards and traced my hands under it in a dramatic way to lift myself and my head from the tempting pillow. I sat down in a meditating position and clasped my hands to pray. It had been a long time since I had called on my merciful lord. By the time I was done with my short prayers. It was already 6:51 am. I jumped out of the bed, to the bathroom to the magical business for my disheveled self.

"They say we could recite it whenever we feel spiritual oppression of any kind. But I also say it every day, before I sleep, when I'm outside or traveling, when I'm about to start training, or with other people." "Could you write it down? Or text me the prayer." Enzo grabbed his phone. I smiled at him. "Sure. It's quite easy to memorize. I'll save it on your phone." ◇

“It's your first day at work, I'm happy for you, Hoor. May God bless you and keep you. May He be gracious to you and give you peace. The Lord will be with you always and He'll help you with everything. May He bless the work of your hands and you bring glory to God in whatever you do. May the Spirit of the Lord Most High guide you and give you insight to see what He wants and you do what pleases Him so that you'll prosper and your days will prolong.” Dad breathes upon me as I smile. All around us say, “Amen,” along with me as I receive the blessings in the sweet name of Jesus. So my day starts well. I hope it goes well, too. If not, may I find enough strength to thank God in every circumstanc

Memories of the previous day flooded Grace's mind as she woke up, past emotions still eminent in her mind, a sense of disappointment, but also a sense of understanding. She remembered the little talk she had with her mother and it helped sooth her worrying mind. She rubbed her eyes for a while adjusting it to the already bright day. She turned left checking her little desk clock, it read 8am, she gasped a bit before laughing at herself, she had slept a lot, again. Shaking her head, she turned towards her bed as she began her morning prayers, she expressed her thanks to God for the new day and for the blessings In her life. After thanking God, she prayed for grace throughout the new day befor

The app he had would vocalize the Adhan (call to prayer) when it was time, and this time it was for Maghrib, the prayer after sunset. He put down his game controller, got up, and stretched, his shirt rising a little. “It’s time for Maghrib. I’m going to pray,” he said, before heading to his bathroom to perform ablution. I knew he’d be heading to the prayer room he shared with Dad.

Uncle Joe teases, causing me to chuckle and agree with him. As the maids finish serving us, we all join hands to say Grace. It's a special tradition that Dad, being a religious Christian, believes in. According to him, saying Grace before every meal not only nourishes our soul but also helps us be more productive. Even though I may not personally share the same belief, I still go along with it to make Dad happy. Dad leads the Grace with a heartfelt prayer: "Dear Lord, we thank you for the food we're about to enjoy and for the gift of life. We also pray that you shower your mercy upon those in need today."

After a prolonged silence, Daddy finally spoke. "Mommy was worried about you. She said skipping breakfast is bad for your stomach." He paused. "So she insisted on getting up early to make pancakes for you." A warmth I hadn’t felt in years spread through my chest. I stepped forward and lightly tugged at the hem of her apron. "Mommy, there’s no need to go through all this trouble so early in the morning." I glanced at her hand bracing her back and continued, "Your back isn’t in great shape. Don’t tire yourself out. The shop by my office has every breakfast dish imaginable. You don’t need to worry about me."