A lady named Leah shared this story:
Throughout my abusive childhood, my mother dragged my siblings and I through every possible religion, Church, alternative spiritual groups/cults and was so thoroughly confused by my teenage years, I firmly believed in “nothing”.
When I was around 18 and taking my usual walk after dinner one evening, I forgot to bring my music/headphones that I always listen to. So as I passed a Church, I heard singing, it sounded like nothing I’d heard before, so beautiful, that I felt “moved” by it, (literally!) as I crossed the street, went inside and saw the Church was empty, aside from the choir practicing.
As they sang I sat down the in back, and began to feel an overwhelming sensation of just pure love, pure joy, enveloping my body, with a peace like nothing I’d ever experienced. As tears streamed down my cheeks, a Priest sat down next to me, smiled and patted my hand.
That Church became my “home” and I discovered the real power of Prayer.
Years later my dreams suddenly became “lucid” and strange …..then turned very dark and evil, so much so, that I was terrified to sleep and continued in spite of all my repentance and prayers, until in one dream, I began to recite “Hail Mary” and immediately woke up.
The next night I wore my Holy Mother Medallion Necklace to bed and slept peacefully that night and every night. Then a few years ago when I was involved in a highly charged personal court case and during the hearing- at a break, my attorney grimly explained that the odds of the Judge ruling in my favor were about a million to one and I must be prepared.
Devastated, I ran to the ladies room sobbing, went into a stall, crouched down and recited Hail Mary over and over, begging her with a gut wrenching plea for her protection, justice, for a mother……as the decision was read, ….in MY favor!!…my attorney looks at me wide eyed and says, “I seriously just cannot believe what just happened here…in all my 25 years of practice and all my cases in front this Judge….I am stunned.”
She knew about my prayers in the bathroom but had promptly disregarded them as she was raised an atheist. Then asks: “What religion are you?? I may have to look into that? What was that Prayer called again??” Oh, I felt SO proud, humbled and GRATEFUL.