Urgent Prayer Request Novels & Stories

Mabel assumed I was scared because I wasn't responding. She pulled a thick stack of dark green bills from her purse with a smug smile. "This is ten thousand dollars. Take a good look. Ten grand. That's probably a few months' worth of your salary. "All you have to do is get down on your knees, bark like a dog, and say you're my pet. This money will be yours. But if you refuse? Well… you might need it for your medical bills."

“Anything urgent I should know about?” She shrugged, handing me a few paper slips with messages scrawled onto them in her neat cursive handwriting. “Nothing earthshattering as far as I can tell, but Craig is here waiting in your office.”

I joined the company five years ago as contract staff, working my butts off to become a prominent employee and I can tell you for free that I succeeded. I punch in level 15 in the elevator praying earnestly that no one joins because I hate getting cramped up with people on the ride. My Prayer was almost answered until I saw someone's leg halt the complete closure of the door. "....my elevator is broken, send maintenance to come check it out. I need it up and running in fifteen minutes Grace." He hangs up on the call. I go back to praying no one else enters and praise be to God it was answered. I kept my focus on the door, resisting the urge to peak at the face of the man who owned the incred

she reassures me, rubbing my back. After a minute, as we pull apart, I close my eyes and silently begin to pray, my heart aching. 'God, please, I'll do anything. I'll go away from Sky's life if that's what it takes, but please, let him be alright. Don't take him away. I'm begging you.' Clutching my pendant, I repeat the prayer over and over, hoping that maybe, just maybe, my pleas will be heard. Maybe God will give me another chance and save Sky's life.

Please let her be okay. Please God I cannot lose her. I pray to any God that can hear me out right now, bargaining with everything in me The doors slide open and I rush out, already pulling up a ride on my phone, praying silently that I make it in time as ecerything else can wait, the world can be burning right now and I wouldn't notice, I just need my mom safe and sound But not my mom.

I haven't prayed since I was a kid and obligated to do so by my mother, but I've never had anything I've really needed to pray for until now. Please, I need this girl. I need her, I need her to be okay. Please wake her up, please make it all okay.

Adrian had never thought a situation like this would come in his life. Where he’d be vulnerable and on his knees—for a woman. Begging was all he had been doing for the past few days. Kneeling in front of the bed she was lying on, he clasped her bandaged hands between his and prayed repeatedly. “Please god…please god…save her.” The pain and suffering in his voice even made the nurses around him pity him, but the god above was showing no sign of redemption for him.

knelt on my knees and said a prayer. Dear God, I knew all this time that you are still watching over me with my parents. I'm already twenty-eight years old yet I don't know what the image of what will happen next in my life. I just want to tell you that I will always trust the destiny that you will grant me and that you will not neglect the people who have done nothing but help and appreciate me. Thank you so much for all the blessings you have given me and I am so grateful for them. May you never tire of guiding me on the right path and always guide all my decisions. That is my only prayer, Amen.

With heads bowed and hearts united, Jeff, Liya, Whizz, and Simon gathered in a circle, their hands joined together in a tight grip. The air was filled with a sense of urgency, but also a deep sense of hope. They closed their eyes, shutting out the world around them, and began to pray. Jeff's voice, strong and unwavering, broke the silence. "Dear God, we come before you in this moment of need. We lift up Abigail and Samuel to you, knowing that you hold them in the palm of your hand. We ask for your protection, your guidance, and your strength as we embark on this mission to bring them back."

“I never begged for help when I was abused at the brothel… because all those times, I felt I never deserved your help. But I’m here now and I’m asking now. Please heal him, Lord. My momma believed in you. She always said you could do anything. When I was little, you were my Superman. I’m asking you to come to my rescue now. Please bring my husband back to me. Please, lord…” I lower my head to the altar and let my tears flow. Moments later, I hear movements behind me but I’m too exhausted to check who it is. Then I feel people begin to surround me and I finally look up. The sight that greets me has my heart bursting from the seams. On my left hand side, Vanessa, Damon and Anna go on their kne