A new meaning in every word…


Dantes had exhausted all human resources, and he then turned to God.
All the pious ideas that had been so long forgotten, returned; he recollected the prayers his mother had taught him, and discovered a new meaning in every word; for in prosperity prayers seem but a mere medley of words, until misfortune comes and the unhappy sufferer first understands the meaning of the sublime language in which he invokes the pity of heaven! He prayed, and prayed aloud, no longer terrified at the sound of his own voice, for he fell into a sort of ecstasy. He laid every action of his life before the Almighty, proposed tasks to accomplish, and at the end of every prayer introduced the entreaty oftener addressed to man than to God: “Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them that trespass against us.” Yet in spite of his earnest prayers, Dantes remained a prisoner.

the Count of Monte Cristo
Alexandre Dumas

(chapter 15, emphasis mine)

Dear reader, if you only knew how true these words are.   This has been my life…  I have seen and lived in the truth of these words.   All of them. 

Consider, beloved.   Consider and pray all the more earnestly.   Lord have mercy.  … And then he turned to God.

And may I never turn away again.