
A presence that brings more than understanding; it brings peace
I somehow felt the support of encouragers, the prayers of intercessors, and the gift of God himself. In that moment, I believe the Lord spoke to me.
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I somehow felt the support of encouragers, the prayers of intercessors, and the gift of God himself. In that moment, I believe the Lord spoke to me.

The agony of a rainy day was just the setting for the ecstasy of a radiant encounter

How easy to feel done unto, how easy to resent (ever-so-slightly) the will of God that seems to require more than we can possibly give.

My visit to a convent was marked by the experience of helping one of the elderly Sisters leave it -- because she was headed home.

Strangely and sweetly, the deliberate patience bore a kind of grace to live life, and its apparent emptiness, a little better.

Isn’t it true that the other is also stuck in the same series of delays, looking for someone with whom to share his sorrow?

An occasion of mild embarrassment and moderate frustration turned into a little reminder from Our Lord.