After the retreat I carried in the Jesus woodcarving whose hollowed out shape draws me to his Sacred Heart. Good folks had laid their burdens down upon his shoulders with bits of twine. I left him standing in my prayer corner. Coming from the kitchen, I saw Kyla sitting by the window, her back to me, facing him, quiet. I asked her what she was doing. She sat still, turned and in a hushed tender voice told me,
"I'm braiding their prayers together in love".
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