Our friend Joy recently said something that, brief as it is, strikes me as worth an entire post of its own.
Returning from a trip, Joy wrote "I had to laugh at all of the times I was reminded of the Cloistered Heart. I never leave home without
it."
Hmm. Enclosure in the protection of God's will. The "grillwork" of Scripture through which I can relate to the world. A refuge. A place of prayer that I can carry with me wherever I go.
The Cloistered Heart.
May I never leave home without it.
