Later on this morning I have an appointment with my Spiritual Director, a short, unassuming, somewhat ageing, catholic nun.
I'm glad we connected, her and I. I mean I need to be seeing a Spiritual Director as a part of my training, and she turned out to be the only one within miles and hours. But it could have been some guy I have nothing in common with, or some lady who just lives life on a different plane, (or is that plain?) than I do.
Which would make it so hard.
But I look forward to what she gives me, an hour of listening to whatever I need to talk about.
And in that listening and giving back to me what she hears, I begin to hear the heart of God.
Not in her words, but in our discourse, our listening, our praying.
I am keenly aware that this is a deep luxury, a treasure to hold on to.
And so I am thankful.
And I want to be that for others.
So i continue.