Yada Yada Prayer Group Series Novels & Stories

he said. They all closed their eyes. And began to pray. "In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit amen.." sister Kaycee led that. "Almighty father, please listen to our prayer to heal our brother Hershey. Don't leave her alone," he said. "In the names of the father, the son and the holy spirit, amen" he added. Hershey's Soul while watching her loved ones. "Yuan, I know, I may not be the most important person in your life. But I hope one day, when you hear my name 'Hershey', you would just smile and say 'I MISS THAT PERSON' I love you.* hugs* I'm sorry yam.

“Oh Lady of Hope! Oh Ruler of Stars! Oh Queen of the Moon! We put our faith in you, we believe in you, we celebrate you!” The prayer ended and I was left in awe. I could have clapped my hands if it wasn’t locked with Tyler’s. “You may now sit down,” said Jane. I sat in the flowery chair beside Tyler, who is on my left and I am on his right. The High Priestess Jane has muttered more words, mostly pertaining to their belief from the Book of Moons. I was left listening and the twenty-minutes preach almost sent me to a slumber if it wasn’t for Tyler’s presence—his scent sending me in a garden of serenity.

Sky said and they both went out from the room. "Ok, guys, let's eat!" Yara said after placing the food and drinks on the table with the help of Olivia and Emma. Everyone gathered in front of the table. "Dream, lead the prayer." Yara said and Dream nodded. "God, we thank you for this food. For rest and home and all things good. For wind and rain and sun above. But most of all, for those we love. Amen!" Dream prayed. "Happy eating everyone." Kenzo said and all of them started to eat.

She kept looking outside, hoping that Megan would arrive, and at the agreed time, the lecture began. Marco led, introducing himself: "Hello everyone, I'm Marco, and I'm an alcoholic." "Hello, Marco!" Everyone said at the same time. "We always start our meetings, lecture, therapy, or meeting, with a brief prayer called the Serenity Prayer, and after that, we will begin, okay?" And saying that, everyone prayed with him, a prayer that Clara could follow on a chalkboard attached to a tripod next to Marco: "God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,

A few nervous laughs broke out before the group fell silent. Not long after, a prayer began. The fanatics spoke as one, their chant rolling through the cavern and echoing off the stone walls. "We offer ourselves to our lord." "Guide us." "Forgive our shortcomings." "Master of desire." "Bringer of freedom." "We await your return." The final line came louder than the rest. "Praise be to Malachar." The name stopped me cold. Of all the possibilities we'd considered, Malachar had never been one of them.

In my heart I was not even ready for any relationship, I’m still healing. He encouraged me to stand steadfast and be faithful in the Lord. I was told to be an example of believers in word, spirit, conversation, etc. I was very happy with the encouragement. Every Monday, I joined a group that prays on “Mount Zion”. Mount Zion is that area, of a field dedicated to prayer. We come there to pray for thirty minutes, after which we gather round, hold our hands and we pray together. We do this every Monday around 9 pm to 10 pm.

she asked. "Yes, ma'am!" they all answered simultaneously. "Let's start with a prayer. Who is the lead prayer today?" "It's me, ma'am," the speaker went to the center. "Let's bow our heads and pray earnestly. Lord, the creator of all, may you bless our day and make it productive and full of respect for each other. Guide everyone in the smooth flow of work, in Jesus' name, Amen!"

Tessa pronounces. “Ah! Ah! Let us thank the Almighty God first for keeping you safe and for this food,” Jerry told them. “Shall we pray?" “God, thank you for your guidance to my daughter and her colleague. Thank you so much for taking care of her life. Bless the food that is here at our dining table. May this give strength to our body. Guide us as we go to the rented house of my daughter. Thank you very much. All these things we pray. In Your name. Amen

I don’t know how to pray. I looked at Aiden who was inspecting my body language. It was like he knew I was going to break. Using his leg as leverage, he pushed himself off the wall and continued to observe me. His frown caused his forehead to crinkle. I sluggishly moved my head back towards the ladies, still holding one another’s hands, they start simultaneously chanting out loud. “This is the spell that together we intone, To heal flesh, muscle, vein and bone, To the goddesses of fire, air, water and earth,

There were multiple hindrances like the shadows and the cold presence around me and my sister, but I decided to force myself to stay positive and I was able to go. "What are we doing again?" I asked the pastors. I was surrounded by them, and we just prayed, "is this a ritual or something?" I asked, and they laughed. "No, silly," Izzy said as she stood beside me, "We'll just meditate here and pray. Just like what we do during yoga. Just so you could pray sincerely to God and speak to your inner self." "Izzy is right," Pastor Malina said, "just join us, pray, and just relax. You need to forgive yourself and let go of your past, Shyne."