This morning as I waited for my Sunday quiche to bake, I finished Death Comes for the Archbishop.
I was struck by Ms. Cather's vivid, yet sparse, descriptions of the New Mexico terrain. I think it was in her lack of explicit detail that my mind was allowed to wander and dream languidly among the cacti, pueblos, and reticent characters.
I reflect on how Our Lord calls us into the desert day after day as he pursues and speaks to our hearts.
How many times do I run, Lord? Yet, you continue to come after me and take my hand and walk with me on the journey. Thank you.