Such a tranquil prayer period! My Father wanted nothing more of me than to bask in His presence. And I did - peacefully, thankfully, joyfully - repeating “Father” again and again, and singing hymns of praise and thanksgiving. Several times, I dozed off, once for quite a while, but I remembered what you wrote about that, and just put it in His hands. I didn’t let it upset me, and the little naps didn’t seem to diminish the sense of His nearness at all. It was a very beautiful, refreshing hour. (1)

(1) Spiritual director: I’m glad this sleep problem is over. It must be a relief.