I shocked my Methodist Sunday school teacher when I announced to the 5th grade class that I wanted to be a nun when I grew up. I didn’t know that Protestant girls didn’t grow up to be nuns, but it was the only way I knew to express a longing for more of God. As I think now about my husband and two great kids, I’m certainly glad I didn’t become a nun, but something in me still longs for a quiet, orderly life of spiritual discipline.
Actually spiritual disciplines aren’t just for nuns. They’re for business executives and grocery store checkers. They’re for a home schooling, driving around town, hanging-on-by-the-skin-of-her-teeth mother like me. [Read more…]