Thank you Pidaini,
I am still having trouble getting into the habit of having regular prayer and reading times, partly due to my studies occupying most of my day, but that is a lazy excuse, for G-D one must make time.
I always like to tell a story to my peers whenever they ask me if G-D still wants to speak to them. There was a great King. His kingdom was prosperous and experienced eternal peace. But the King was a lonely man, having never married. So he adopted a son. He built a garden and a quaint little cottage on a plot of his land. When the boy came of age the King gave this plot of land to his son and said "My child, this is yours now, inside the cottage is a telephone connected directly to my personal telephone. If you ever want to speak to me just pick up the receiver and you will go through to me. I have but one warning. There is an evil man, one of my enemies, who wishes to destroy that which I love. He will try to gain access to your garden and harm you, make life miserable for you. He is a very wily creature, and will try to trick you. Remain vigilant and never allow him inside. If he does get in, please phone me and I will deal with him immediately."
The son phoned his father daily, relating to him how his day was, and just catching up. For a long time this carried on, both father and son was very happy. Then one day came a knock on the door of the compound. The son peeked through the eye hole and saw a quaint merchant selling confectionaries. He couldn't help having an odd feeling about the man so he first asked him who he was. "I am but a humble sweet merchant, please open up and you can have a look at my wares!"
Seeing no immediate danger the son opened the door, at which point the merchant stuck his foot in the door and forced himself in, throwing off his disguise, laughing evilly, revealing himself to be the King's enemy! "Now, boyo, we're going to have a little bit of fun!"
He started off with a beating, the son crawled into his cottage, exhausted, too much so to call his father, and the first day went by without having contact with the King. The next morning the son opened the cottage door to thorns and thistles. The evil man had ruined the garden and planted all sorts of vile weeds and pests. He saw the son and came towards him, hand outstretched holding a delicious looking fruit. he said "Taste! It's quite delicious, more so than any of the boring old stuff your father ever planted!" So the boy tasted, and it was exquisite, but as soon as the vile fruit reached his stomach enormous pain erupted in his body.
And so his tormentor stayed, and the ordeal carried on for weeks, and the son never called his father during that time. "What if he doesn't love me anymore? He'll hate me for what I've done!" was his excuse.
Then one evening, after being beaten and tormented, the telephone caught his eye. With hesitation he lifted the receiver to his ear. Then he heard his father's sweet voice. "Hello, my son!"
He burst into tears, telling the King the whole story, and when he said "I was afraid you'd forgotten about me, or that you would not speak to me!" his father's reply was "My son, I have been waiting for your call diligently every day. You only had to lift the receiver. You're my son, I would never forsake you or forget about you. I'm coming around and we'll sort this fellow out!"
The King arrived and the evil man, as soon as he saw the King, ran as fast as his legs could carry him. The King tended to his son's wounds personally, and they repaired the garden, it had more glory than before the incident.
Moral of the story is as follows:
1. G-D loves you no matter what, you are his child
2. Beware of the wares of the devil, it looks tasty and full of pleasure but is in fact poison
3. G-D is simply waiting for you to pick up the receiver, He really does want to talk to you, and He is sitting waiting for his telephone to ring as we speak.
4. He is merciful, and will help you overcome your situation of you only ask Him to.
So to answer your question, Pidaini, I think I only have to lift the receiver and open my heart to G-D anew, to restore my garden to its former glory.
Kind regards,
David