Praying For Her Love Novels & Stories

She sobs in silence as she tries to speak to God, her personal Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, the only love of her life. She made her argument to God while continually strumming her guitar. "Lord, show me your ways. Teach me your path and lead me your truth." Then, as her mind searches for God, she repeatedly sobs in silence. “You are my God, Lord. In a dry, parched region devoid of water, I sincerely search for You, I thirst for You, and my entire being yearns for You. No matter how painful, you bandage every wound and raise every scar. You are able to heal my damaged heart by listening to my cries.”

The goddess was known to hear our plea if she indeed gave me that power, she could take it back from me and give it to the one I love. "Please save the one I love this time," I cried. "I want a happy life with him, I want to spend the rest of my days with him," I added. I glanced around the room again, with my face down totally clueless about what next to do. I didn't know who else to beg, I didn't know where else to go as knelt beside Hayden. Maybe I hadn't screamed his name enough. I looked at Hayden again before screaming his name. "Hayden," I called as my tears dropped, wetting his cheek. I cried my eyes out, screaming my lungs out but he still didn't move.

Alexander felt blessed to have found a mom who was just like him, craving for love. "Don't lose hope, son. If Serenity's meant for you she'll come back to you. There's a lot of power in a heartfelt prayer from a pure soul. The Almighty Lord listens to everyone's prayers. Pray to him every day that you get back the love of your life and He won't disappoint you. Try it," she encouraged as Alexander stared at her with wonder. He had never believed or prayed to God in his entire twenty-six years of life. In fact, he hated God for giving him such a hard and despicable life. But Kelly's words made an impression on his mind and he decided to pray to God every day.

The action of loving him exhausted her but she couldn’t resist her feelings. Her knees wobbled and she kneeled to the floor crossing her arms. Her head was leaned forward, hair falling over her face. “Please God…” her voice cracked in between sobs, “please” she pleaded whispering. “Please, I can’t love him anymore. I don’t want to hurt anymore. Please…” she said breathless.

She looked at him holding her palm and kissing it continuously as a tear inadvertently slipped from her eye. Before, when she prayed, she would put the past behind her if she survived the car accident. Was God indirectly telling her to give him anot her chance in her life? Your marriage answering your prayer? "Baby, please, I love you, I love you", with every I love you he was, kissing her like crazy. "Say something. You are scaring me," he cupped her face and said, This made Allora look down at his shirt, which was turning red with every second that passed from his forearm.

Remember that he loved her. Finally, after weeks of heartbreak and watching him fall for someone else, he was going to come back to her. *Please,* she prayed to whoever might be listening, *Please let this be our second chance.*

I closed my eyes and for the first time in my life I prayed. Moon Goddess, I don’t know if you hear me. I don’t know if I deserve to be heard. But if you do—if there is any chance left—I ask for one thing. Give me a chance to experience love. Real love. The kind that stays. The kind that doesn’t turn away when things get hard. I’ve never had that. I’ve never even let myself want it. But I want it now. Please. The women’s voices rose higher and I joined them quietly, whispering the same words they used. Thanks for the day. Asking for strength. Asking for peace.

She cleared her throat and began to recite the verse. “We are not born complete. Each one of us waits for love's power to make us whole again. My heart cries out for the other half to crush me with their affection My mind speaks directly to the goddess of love America Through her wisdom will the suffering of a thousand lonely nights end. Through her benevolence will my soul find rest in the one meant for me and me alone I ask for Amouria to reveal the one etched on my soul from birth into eternity Complete me.”

The gesture was so tender, it nearly undid me. "Lorenzo," she whispered, voice breaking with sobs she tried to hold back, "growing up in shadows of neglect and pain, I never dreamed of being truly loved by anyone, but regardless I had always whispered to the universe to send me a man who would love me. When I came of age I made myself believe that I wasn’t made to be loved, but that changed the moment you came into my life.” “My eyes…” “Oh I’m crying…” someone in the congregation muttered.

“Please… please fix this. I can’t go on living like this. None of us can. Scarlett was our everything, and without her, we’re lost. Clay and Maxwell… they blame me, and maybe they should. I blame myself too. Our lives are nothing but ashes without her, and we don’t even know where she is.” My voice cracked as I continued, pleading into the silence, “You made her for us. You know the depth of our love for her. You know how empty we are without her. Please… please bring her back. I swear, if you give us one more chance, I’ll never hurt her again. I’ll cherish her like I should have, with everything I am.” And then, there was only silence. The emptiness was suffocating, and I was left alone wit