As I continued to pray raggedly prayer ceased to be an awkward and self-conscious act. It became a daily need to which I looked forward. If for any reason I were deprived of it I was distressed as if I had been deprived of some life necessity like water. I cannot say I changed. There tore through me a transformation with the force of a river which dammed up and diverted for a lifetime bursts its way back to its true channel. I became what I was. I ceased to be what I was not.
Follow me reader Who told you that there is no true faithful eternal love in this world May the liars vile tongue be cut out Follow me my reader and me alone and I will show you such a love