My Little Girl Self had given up on prayer. When I said that I needed to pray; She withdrew again. Each womb pain showed Me incidences of Her prayers going "unanswered". So, over time, She became analytical. She reasoned that She needed to be "perfect" for God to answer Her prayers. Each time that She made a mistake; she told Herself that She had to go to the "back of the line" and "wait Her turn". She saw Herself as God's Stepchild. She didn't believe that She had a "right" to ask for help. After She whispered these long held "secret" beliefs; I whispered back, "I am Divine. Love wins." Spirit was speaking through Me, TO Me; to My Little Girl Self. She looked up and I could feel the joy in Her heart. This must be Her mantra on the occasions that She laughs and plays. Building Her up with each "I am Divine. Love Wins."; She finally said, "Let's pray."