Spiritual direction

"I'm not worried about being homeless," she said, and I believed her. "What worries me is being out of communication, because I can't get a job without phone and email."

"I have a place for the dog," she said, "because it's not fair to her to be homeless with me and there are plenty of people willing to take her in. I can't be sure she'll be fed regularly, but they can."

"I don't even have enough money to buy toilet paper. So how am I supposed to get $89 to get fingerprinted?" she asked, reasonably. "But now I have $60 and the day's not over."

"Tell me about you and God as you deal with all this," I said, thinking that I must ask and yet feeling somehow extraneous, almost trivial. "God's right there," she answers with a conviction that I envy with every cell of my being.

"This is for you," she said with a smile. "I remember that you and I had a conversation one time about some religious symbol that neither of us understood, so I wanted to give you this." It's a book called Symbols of the Church. It's amazingly useful and like nothing I have. It is precious to me already. Far more precious is the gift I've had for the last 2 years,  the gift of her presence in my life, of her willingness to allow me to journey with her.

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