Friday, March 4, 2022

Dear God,

We always know when we are home.  There is no place like it!  Today I found my home at the Benedictine Monastery.  As I drove up in the parking lot, I felt the sweet peace that comes when we arrive home.

In 1988 a friend invited me to join a covenant group with her and a male seminary friend.  I said yes.  When we met the first time at the Carmelite Monastery, I was not sure quite what to make of it.  In a very short period of time, I realized I was home.

Since that time nearly 34 years ago I have always felt at home in monasteries.  Whether on retreat or leading one, I have drunk in the air of your spirit.  No one has taught me more about faith or hope or trust or love or challenge.  Over and over again in monasteries I have heard your whispers inviting me to rise higher and higher in my desire to grow, surrender, trust, love and faith more (yes, a verb).  

Today I breathed deeply awaiting your call, your invitation.  I am looking forward to it!

Holy God,

thank you

for the call

to come home.

Thank you

for your

wondrous greeting.

Thank you

for the

hard challenge

facing me.

Love, Andrea