I don’t remember when I learned to pray. I don’t remember ever being taught how. I can, however, go back in my memory, like a life review, and think of different times I’ve talked to God.

Lying in my lonely basement room and being so frightened that I could not move or speak words aloud. I prayed over and over to the Lord to protect and comfort me.

Kneeling by the side of my bed and thanking God for giving my sisters to me.

Asking for inspiration during the A.P. Biology exam.