I knelt beside her, and put both arms around her neck.
"Shelley, it's a secret," I said in a breathless half whisper.

"It's a great, big secret, but I'm going to tell you.

Twice now I've had a powerful prayer all ready to try.

It's the kind where you go to the barn, all alone, stand on that top beam below the highest window and look toward the east.

You keep perfectly still, and just think with all your might, and you look away over where Jesus used to be, and when the right feeling comes, you pray that prayer as if He stood before you, and it will come true.