Prayer: An Interrupted Life: The Diaries of Etty Hillesum

There is a really deep well inside me. And in it dwells God. Sometimes I am there too. But more often stones and grit block the welll, and God is buried beneath. Then God must be dug out again.

I imagine that there are people who pray with their eyes turned heavenwards. They seek God outside themselves. And there are those who bow their heads and bury it in their hands. I think that these seek God inside.