ביקשתי סליחה. לא בפה. לא פנים אל פנים. אבל אמיתי. דרך מילים ששלחתי כאן. זה היה מספיק בשביל ההתחלה.

We’ve been waiting five years. And now, two pink lines. One answered prayer.

The words I wrote weren’t pretty. They were real. This isn’t a place for polished people. It’s for becoming.

Minha mãe teve alta. Eu chorei. Não sei se foi a oração ou a sorte, mas foi no mesmo dia.

Sometimes the heaviest weight is the secret. I submitted mine. No reply, no lightning. Just sleep—deep, undisturbed.

Anxiety chewed holes in my day. I sent a prayer like you toss a bottle into the ocean. Did it work? Let’s just say I’m breathing deeper now.

Traveled across continents for my father’s funeral. I asked for strength, not safety. Still, I got both.

We were sleeping in the same house but living in different worlds. That prayer? It felt like a string tying us back together. We still argue. But now we also dance.

This wasn’t a cry for help. It was a bow of the head. A thank you. For the ordinary, the mundane, the miracle I forgot was mine.

I said: G-d, please don’t send me another guy who thinks healing means getting a dog. Two weeks later, I met someone with depth. Coincidence? Nah.

I wrote a prayer for stability. Just enough to breathe. I didn’t expect a miracle—but somehow, that same week, I got three new orders. I keep praying.

I asked for guidance back to faith—not through pressure, but through peace. I still have questions, but I finally feel I’m walking toward something holy.

My guilt was eating me. Submitting that prayer helped me stop hiding from myself. I felt like someone heard me, even if no one replied.

My son had been sick for weeks. We’d tried everything. I prayed here—not knowing what would happen—but the fever finally broke. I’ll never forget that night.

I didn’t pray to be forgiven. I prayed for the courage to ask. It came quietly, but it came.

Recé para un viaje difícil que debía hacer sola. No hubo miedo. Solo calma. Me sentí acompañada.

After years of silence and one painful loss, we sent our prayer. We now have a daughter. We believe those words were part of her journey to us.

I wrote a prayer about becoming the man I keep postponing. I didn’t expect it to stick with me like it did. It made me get serious.

J’ai prié pour retrouver un peu de paix mentale. Depuis, j’ai recommencé à sortir marcher tous les matins. Une petite victoire.

I didn’t ask for anything. I just thanked G-d for my home, my breath, and the chance to start over. Gratitude has changed how I experience every day.

It was more a prayer for readiness than romance. I wanted to stop repeating the same patterns. I wrote my prayer like a promise. Since then, I’ve met someone who feels… right.

Recé por ayuda con mi negocio. Dos días después, una clienta grande volvió con una orden doble. Sentí que algo se abrió.

I haven’t been religious in years. But something in me said to try. I wrote a quiet prayer for direction. Somehow, it’s been showing up—in people, in words, in signs.

I submitted a confession I’ve carried in silence for ten years. There was no judgment here. Just release. It was the first time I let it out.

B’ezrat Hashem, my back pain began to ease after I asked for healing. Whether it was the prayer or the mindset, I’m walking better and sleeping deeper.

I’ve battled depression most of my life. I used this space to be raw and real, and it felt like a spiritual journal entry with wings.

I wrote to ask forgiveness—not just from G-d, but from someone I wronged. That prayer was the start of the phone call I’d avoided for years.

My marriage wasn’t falling apart—it was fading. I prayed for connection, and little by little, warmth came back into the silence. Sometimes spiritual help works like sunlight—quiet but steady.

I wasn’t looking for a miracle—just to feel like myself again. Writing that prayer made me realize what I actually needed: quiet, clarity, and self-respect.

I travel for work often. This time, I asked for protection. The trip went smoothly, and I came home safe. Just having that prayer submitted gave me peace on the road.

I used this site not to ‘find someone’ but to ready myself to receive love. A month later, someone unexpected walked into my life. The timing felt divine.

There are things I’ve never said out loud. Writing them down in a sacred space helped me breathe again. I feel cleaner inside.

Forgiveness is a quiet process. I’m not fully there yet, but asking for help through prayer was a powerful first step.

Mon père était hospitalisé, et j’ai prié ici pour sa guérison. Une lumière douce m’a entourée ce jour-là. Merci pour cette paix.

We were emotionally distant for a while. I submitted a prayer—not for her to change, but for me to listen better. Things slowly started to thaw between us. I’ll take that as a sign.

Not every prayer has to be a request. Sometimes it’s just saying thank you. That’s why I use this site—to keep reminding myself of the good.

Recé por ayuda financiera sin saber si alguien escuchaba. Una semana después, vendí mi primera pieza grande de arte. Lo agradezco de corazón.

Living with anxiety is exhausting. Submitting that quiet prayer felt like a hug I didn’t know I needed. It didn’t fix everything, but it gave me a little more strength to keep going.

I didn’t ask for anything material—just clarity, direction, and courage. The act of sending that prayer helped me focus on who I want to become. That alone was worth it.

I prayed before a long flight I was afraid to take. I can’t explain it, but I felt calm the whole way. It’s not about superstition—it’s about feeling connected and protected.

We’ve been through losses and disappointments. Submitting our prayer here was both painful and hopeful. And now, Baruch Hashem, we’re expecting. This prayer space was part of our journey.

I’ve prayed for years for my son to find his own path back to faith. Writing that down here made it feel more real—like others were lifting that prayer with me. And now… he’s asking questions. That’s a start.

My mother was recovering from surgery. I submitted a prayer on this site late one night. The next morning, she was walking again. I’ll always remember that feeling.

As someone who lives with depression, even asking for prayer felt like a risk. But I did it—and it reminded me I’m not alone. That in itself brought light.

We were in a hard place. Submitting that prayer felt like our last shot. We don’t know what changed, but there’s more laughter in our home now. Thank you.

תודה על האפשרות להודות בצורה כל כך פשוטה. אני שולחת תפילה של תודה כמעט כל שבוע וזה עוזר לי לשים לב למה שיש לי.

I had been angry for too long. I sent a prayer asking for strength to forgive someone who hurt me deeply. A week later, we spoke after two years of silence. It felt like peace finally came.

Je ne sais pas si c’est la prière ou le timing, mais j’ai rencontré quelqu’un de bien peu après. Ce site m’a redonné espoir en l’amour sincère.

I was struggling deeply—no clarity, no luck. I submitted a prayer for financial help and within days, I received unexpected support from a family member. Coincidence or not, I felt held.

I didn’t even know how much I needed to confess until I wrote it all down. This gave me the safe space to be honest with myself and with God. Something shifted in my heart the moment I hit submit.