Should I go on and on about all my prayers being answered? Well, in so many ways I don't have prayers. When I tell friends that they're in my prayers I'm pretty sure that no one ever pictures me down on my knees in a nightshirt by my bedside, eyes rolled heavenward, talking to an old man in a bathrobe and in my imagination.
Don't let me offend you here. It's not so much that I don't believe in anything. It's more that I believe in everything. I try not to be suspicious of my pious friends or dismissive of the atheist folks in my life. For me it's the mystery. It always will be.
Grace beats karma every time. Always has. Always will.