Some nights I would rock myself to sleep. Some nights I would sing over and over in my head a portion of a song I had heard as a little girl and turned into a kind of prayer. And some nights I would really pray. I asked God to give me the desire to desire to change. That was as close as I was willing to meet him, and no further.
And he met me where I was. In the books.
~Karen Swallow Prior
from Booked: Literature in the Soul of Me