Last year, the last night I was here, I sat outside and
This time, though, I had a better idea of what to expect, and I didn't have to fumble around quite so long trying to figure out the rhythm of the days. It has been grace-filled. There is a peace here that is hard to explain. It has to be experienced.
But I think it goes back to one of the Lessons that I learned a few months ago. Peace comes from Presence. And there is a very definite Presence here.
It rained today for a bit. I went and stood outside in it. Just because I like the smell of rain. (I didn't get very wet.)
Tomorrow, I'm going home. I'm bummed that I will miss Mass in the morning, but I'll be there for Morning Prayer!
In one of my conversations with my offspring, one told me that "someone" needed to come do the dishes. I asked today if he'd found anyone to do the dishes, and he said that Dad had. I asked if he'd taken pictures of that event! The other one tells me that there's a whole pile of dirty clothes. But they can wait until I get back. What part of "I don't want to come home to 87 loads of dirty clothes" is hard to understand? I asked if he wanted me to post laundry directions on his Facebook page. But he said that over the phone was good enough.
God painted for me tonight.
Masterpieces from the Master.
He said that there is a blue sky behind every gray cloud.
And that He will be with us always.