I've Been Praying Since I Was Four Years Old

A personal reflection on prayer, sensitivity, and the angels who were always there

The little girl who prayed before she knew what prayer was

I was four years old the first time I remember doing it.

I couldn't have told you what it was called. I didn't have a name for it, a ritual around it. I just knew that when the world felt too big, too loud, or too heavy — when I felt that particular kind of loneliness that is so hard to put into words — I would get very still and I would talk. To something I couldn't see. Something I knew was there.

That was prayer. Long before I could define it.

"I was an only child, and while I was deeply loved, I carried a kind of aloneness inside me that was hard to explain."

I was what you might call a highly sensitive child. And I don't mean that lightly. I was picking up on energy, emotions, and undercurrents around me that other people didn't seem to notice. The tension in a room before anyone spoke. The sadness underneath someone's smile. The weight of something unspoken hanging in the air.

That kind of sensitivity is a gift — I know that now. But when you're small and you don't yet have the language to understand what you're experiencing, it can also feel deeply isolating. It can feel like anxiety. Like being different in a way you can't explain.

So I prayed.

Not out of duty or religion or structure. Out of pure, instinctive need. It was the one thing that made me feel less alone. It was the one place where I didn't have to explain myself, justify what I felt, or try to seem less than what I was. I could just talk — and somehow, I always felt heard.

Prayer as a lifeline

I have often said — and I mean it with every part of me — that I genuinely don't know how people navigate this life without prayer.

I say that with deep compassion, not judgment. I know how hard life is. I know how heavy things can get. And prayer has carried me through things I could not have survived on my own. It has been a rope in the dark, a hand when I couldn't see clearly, a steadying presence when everything around me felt unstable.

"Prayer wasn't something I practiced. It was something I breathed. It was the most natural thing in my world."

Through childhood. Through adolescence. Through the big moments and the ordinary days. Through grief, through uncertainty, through seasons of tremendous joy and seasons of real pain. Prayer was always there. It was always the first place I went and the last place I left.

But something was about to shift in a way I didn't expect.

When I discovered the angels — everything changed.

It wasn't until I was a young adult that I began consciously working with the Angelic realm.

Looking back, I can see clearly that the angels had always been present in my life. They were there when I was that little four-year-old girl talking to something she couldn't see. The dancing particles of light in the corner of the ceiling in my dark bedroom in the middle of the night. They were part of every prayer, every quiet conversation, every moment of unexpected peace in the middle of a challenging day. I just didn't have the awareness yet to recognize them.

When I finally did — when I started acknowledging the angels, inviting them in, learning to recognize their presence and lean into their guidance — something shifted inside me that is difficult to put into words.

"My connection deepened. My ability to receive opened up in ways I had never imagined. And the prayers I had been whispering since childhood began to be answered in new and wondrous ways."

It wasn't that prayer hadn't been working before. It had. But bringing the angelic realm into my conscious awareness was like turning on a light in a room I had always loved but never fully seen.

The support became more tangible. The guidance became clearer. The sense of companionship became something I felt on a deeper level — not just something I believed in, but genuinely experienced in the texture of my everyday life.

They are my constant companions now.

Today, I don't just pray to God and hope for the best. I work with the angels as an active, living part of my everyday life.

They are my constant companions. They support me, guide me, protect me and bless me in every way — in the big decisions and the small ones, in moments of doubt and in moments of celebration, in the quiet of the morning and the fullness of a busy day.

I have never felt less alone than I do now. And I want that for you.

I want you to know what it feels like to not just pray into the unknown, but to pray with the full, living awareness that you are heard, supported, and surrounded — that you are never navigating this life by yourself.

Why I wrote this book — and what I'm inviting you into.

This is the heart of why I co-wrote Dear Angels, It's Me Again with my dear friend Radleigh Valentine. Every page of this book is a love letter — to the angels, to prayer, and to anyone who has ever whispered something into the quiet and wondered if anyone was listening.

They were. They always were. They will forever be.

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