When I was a first-year novice, we were making our morning hour of prayer sitting on campstools on the roof as it was very hot that summer. I was praying about the Good Shepherd who so loves us. He would leave his flock to go after a lamb that had strayed and then carry it home. I was suddenly so sure of God's love and mercy that I have never doubted it. It was a real grace!
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