Wednesday afternoon I arrived at the Motherhouse, unpacked my things, checked email and then wandered down the hallway to the chapel. It was about 4 p.m. and I thought maybe I’d catch evening prayers. I opened the door and such a beautiful stillness enveloped me. There were probably no more than ten Sisters scattered throughout the chapel. The Blessed Sacrament was exposed for adoration. A bunch of perfect red roses was arranged in a vase at the foot of the altar. After the hustle of travel preparations and busy airports this was an oasis of peace and calm. Kneeling in the familiar quiet space I was aware that no matter how frantic or chaotic our lives become, somewhere there are places like this where Sisters sit, offering a “long loving look” at God who looks back in love. While we are wiping runny noses or sweating in a long line at the border or worrying about friends who are immigrants, our Sisters are here, lifting our concerns to God. They are our still center point. What a blessing to be here in person!