Looking at this picture reminds me of how close to God I felt when ice-skating; maybe it is just what I remember now. I do remember how happy I was to receive a pair of white hockey skates with red plaid lining when I was in seventh grade. Sometimes we would skate on the lagoon in the park and someone would have made a fire and had hot cocoa for us as we came off the ice.
It is good to be home and I shall begin sharing the retreat but this is still scheduled ahead.
What are the moments when you have felt close to God?