and God stretched out a hand over the water...

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One of those days where you can feel that invisible hand moving you like a chess piece. I ate lunch with Sister Carol and we had a long talk about faith and growing up in Texas. It was pleasant. There is something delightful about having lunch with a diminutive nun who carries on this running conversation with God.

Afterwards I helped sort the gifts from the giving tree we had, and I just wanted to cry while I was carrying all those bags and boxes. So many people bought extra things, gave so much. All day the gifts kept arriving, so I would come out to the hall and find my stack had multiplied in the two minutes I was gone. All those toys...

When I go to Mass at St. Thomas More, or any other church around town, I feel like I'm coming home. It's the most wonderful thing.

Today was not planned. It was wonderful.