"Can you recall your prayer?" I asked.
"No," he said, "but I was praying to God."
"God is very good, William, to let you talk with him so in the night."
"Yes," he answered; and then turning his face toward his pillow, he said, in a low voice: "Praise God!"
"And bless his holy name," I responded.
We were both silent for a few moments, and then—I think it was in connection with this conversation—I asked:
"William, if you were to get well now, do you think you would try to live to the glory of God?"
"Indeed, I would," he answered.
"And bring others to know him?" I asked.
"Yes," he said again.