And this particular story I remember so well, because I took the advice and went to one of the catholic churches where they offered the eucharist adoration (don‘t even know the correct expression in English) each night for the better part of an hour. I went there nearly every night on workdays during lent (and beyond), just sitting, praying. Sometimes I took a bible verse or a psalm with me but mostly I just sat there focussing on the presence of god and gazing at this little white point in the monstrance. And you know what? A lot of my most precious enlighments came from that daily hour I spent there. No, I better say “it started right there” and keeps comming ever since when I need it. I learned a lot about contemplative prayer and I am still drawn to it.

Since that time my prayer life has changed a lot. Thank you, Mary.