Urgent Prayer Request Novels & Stories

Not this time. I sighed heavily, feeling the weight of my emotions bearing down on me. I sat back down at my desk, running my hands through my hair in frustration before tilting my head back to face the ceiling. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath as I prayed to God... I had no idea what I was praying for, exactly, but I knew that I needed guidance, strength, and wisdom to navigate this treacherous new landscape. I knew that the only way to save my relationship with Electra was through prayer, and so I poured my heart out to God, hoping against hope that He would hear me and grant me the miracle I so desperately needed.

“I pray every night and every morning too…” She smiled sweetly. “What do you pray for?” “I pray for us…” I whispered and stared into her eyes lovingly. “I pray for our health, our happiness, our good life… I pray for us every night and day, Serena. I thank God for sending you to me. I am so thankful for everything. So if the time comes that my final breath is finally taken away from me, I want you to continue praying and believing because no matter what happens, I will find you in our next life, and I will reach for your hand to give you warmth and the love you deserve.”

Please help me, Allah? Suddenly I realized it was isha prayer time. I went into the washroom and did an ablution. I didn't find any prayer mat so I place the sheets on the floor and offered my prayer. I raised my hands for making dua. "Ya Allah help me. You are always there whenever I want someone. You are the merciful. You have all power to make situations better. Where I am stuck? Please protect my parents from that monster. Please don't let him hurt them. Give health to Aima. Please make her healthy again. Plzzz "

with a high pitch voice . Five years had passed since I had last attended church .I missed it terribly it. I then remembered a YouTube video of young adults stating that they dealt with their depression from attending online prayer sessions, suddenly I had an idea. I searched for churches operating online, there were many on the list, but one out of them all attracted me, It was named the United Angels of God Church,UAGC. The logo was of high quality, the preacher’s seemed noble, the miracle’s were without count.

But I can't fall, I won't let myself. I kneel on the bed and put my hands together for a short personal prayer, " Lord, I thank you for this day. I thank you for the love you've given me, the love that I show to my family and others. I am here right now for a very particular reason, I know you already know and it might seem crazy but you know your daughter. Okay...I need you to give me a sign, I already have in mind the type of sign I need so please do help me. Blake said that we will kiss me when I finally ask him to, so if I should give what I have with Blake a chance then let him not kiss me after I’ve asked. But if I shouldn’t then let him kiss me. See, it's very fair and I know you will

I turned still on my knees and bowed. “Bless you, dear,” he blessed me, putting his hand over my head, “get up… get up!” “I can't; I really need a miracle. I can’t get up; I need my prayers answered.” I tried my best not to cry, although my eyes were full of tears. “My son, you know your prayers are answered whether or not you’re on your knees. But tell me, what is this that you’re praying so hard for?” “My wife, she’s in a critical condition right now.” I stood to my feet.

It was a nagging urge I couldn’t ignore any longer. Pulling my arm up to the desk, I brought my head down against it and shut my eyes in prayer. “Moon goddess,” I started, my tone gruff, “I know I haven’t been the best of believers, but I come to you now, in absolute despair and pain. Desperation. Fear for my wife and unborn child. I ask that you overlook my negligence and return Clara safely to me. In one piece.” Scraping the chair backwards, I rose to my feet and stormed out of the room, silently hoping that my prayers had been accepted.

Everything happening right now had his name written all over it. "We're praying for Hera over here and we believe that she will get better. You have to believe that too." She told him. "And if you feel like you don't know what to do and where to turn to, you can always pray to God my child. He listens to a sincere heart that's desperately calling out to him." "I haven't prayed in ages Martha and i don't even know where to start from or the right words to say."

With him, we could conquer any hurdle. The full moon, a brilliant orb in the vast night sky, felt like a silent witness as I offered a heartfelt prayer for guidance and good fortune. ‘I have never asked for a lot, but you owe me this. Let our baby live and don’t let me get sick like my birth mother did. You’ve taken so much from me in my life. Please don’t take our baby away from us.’ It’s not an unreasonable request, is it? ***

I don’t ever go to church. I don’t ever pray to God, but today was different. I found myself kneeling on both knees, folding my hands before the Christ sculpture, feeling a deep urge to pray for mercy and salvation. It’s strange; I’ve never felt such a powerful need for God like I do right now. My heart is calling out to Him, and my soul desperately longs for a miracle to make Richie better.