When I pray in silence, my soul is like a white dove stretching its wings and flying beyond the horizon, across unknown spaces, towards the sun. There's so much freedom in praying. It's like giving birth. You first go through a lot of pain and then the satisfaction and the relief are so great. You start with a tormented and doubtful heart. You are not sure where the prayer is going to take you. Whether anybody listens to it or not. Then as you pour your soul into it in all honesty, the words start to flow like an enchanted river across the rocks. And they keep flowing and flowing. There are no boundaries. No obstacles. The tears come. Tears of joy. Tears of gratefulness. Cause you can feel your prayer opening doors, breaking locks, crossing time and space in its way to the One it is addressed to. And you receive feedback. You can actually feel when your prayer is touching the throne of Glory. It is an indescribable experience for someone who has never lived it. You don't need to wait for your prayers to be answered. You already know when they have been answered. You know it that very moment when you're lying on your knees (or standing, or even sitting). It's like an ocean of pure light flooding your whole body, a soft touch caressing your soul. The soft breeze of divine love. And then you know God hasn't forgotten you.
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