I felt a twinge of joy (I've mentioned before that my heart always swells whenever I see consecrated religious men and women) but quickly reminded myself that I was having a bad day and I had no time for smiling at nuns when there was so much self-pitying to be done.
I keep asking myself, "would I have talked to the nuns and gone back to try the door again?"
I will keep praying that I give God that chance to keep working on and in me each day.
