Candle

Sister Genevieve was my spiritual director, a counselor and advisor on the road to faith. I visited with her for some years. It was a challenge but Sister listened and helped me along. Sometimes, on the drive home, I recollected words that Sister had spoken, words from which I discerned meanings that hadn’t yet occurred to me. I once told Sister that my prayers seemed unfocused. Sister rose from her chair and gave me a candle so that, once home, sitting in the dark and focused on the candle, I might rejoice in the clarity that came from its light.

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