The first time I read this quote I was a little bit bothered. The idea that faith was akin to crawling under my covers, into my bed, moments before my head hit the pillow and my eyes closed tightly set for a slumbering destination was too simplistic for me. The notion of believing seemed dumbed down… easing into bed as means to a testimony? Ha! Finding my faith was a difficult road because I was a difficult girl. I wondered too much and questioned even more: am I feeling the Spirit? Or is it fear or nostalgia? Am I telling myself a too-good-to-be-true fairy tale, a fantasy to ease my troubled soul and remind me of my childhood bathed in Mormon affirmation?