What an interesting moment to develop a sense of exceptionalism! Or perhaps she’s not claiming exceptional prayer – perhaps she’s not saying I’m the praying one – the one really praying to God – maybe she’s claiming a community – a sense of belonging to all Christian souls.
It doesn’t QUITE feel like that – it feels like a special request almost. But…there is a way that grief opens up new channels in a person. When I have been in mourning, I have felt unique even though I know myself not to be the least bit unique in losing someone. But death narrows focus, makes us feel as if it were a thing that never happened to anyone else before. That’s one of its magic powers, this creation of a feeling of exceptionalism.