I was in the military in training and I remember thinking about getting a pass for the weekend and how I wanted to pick up some books to read. That very same day during mail call I got something. I was delighted! It was from my grandpa and I opened it immediately. It was a devotional book, My Utmost for His Highest, which is very well known. Before formation was over the Drill Seargeant lectured us and told us to pray for our battle buddies who were at war. On guard that night (indoors) I started reading the daily lessons. I got caught by that same D.S. who had told us to pray. He punished me for reading the book despite the contradiction in his previous statement. I had to low crawl and drag my body up and down the hall, etc.
At any rate, the devotional book filled me with the spirit. I may have given up without it. I prayed daily and felt rejuvenated. My grandfather, a retired pastor, restored my faith. I have written my grandpa letters thanking him and telling him what happened, but I dont think he will ever truely know how important that gift was.