Can’t be bought.

Trust.
Love.

It was never a habit of mine to bring god into my life when faced with challenges. Please, I am asking sincerely – can I learn to trust again despite my very much broken heart?

What I meant to say is also once it is lost, can it be found again? I truly believed in the power of prayer when I chose to hand in a letter for leave without pay. I could smell deliberate foul play miles away; when my dad told me to say a prayer before handing it; I vividly remembered having put a prayer book in my clutch but alas it was not there. My hands were clammy and shivering like a person with Parkinson’s, lips dry and constant urge to go to the loo even though, you know.

I had to do improvise with what little knowledge I have in prayer of such, trying to say the lord’s prayer as sincerely as I can.

And it worked.

Please let it work again. For trust. For love.

 

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