—It is a gift too, Master. —I’m not sure whether it’s a gift or a test. —Perhaps a little of both. —Lord. —I asked You for humility, charity, and obedience. —I never asked You for a sense of humor. —Sister…
For prayer requests, sweet potato recipes, or business collaborations: Products incompatible with contemplative life or fertilizers of questionable origin will not be promoted. —Lord. —Grant me humility. —Grant me patience. —Grant me charity. —But above all, if it be…
—Lord. —I am not worthy of Your blessings. —But if, in Your infinite mercy, You could grant us a fine harvest of well-proportioned turnips… —…I promise I won’t bring it up again. (Pause.) —At least until Advent. And Mother Superior…
