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A visitation means that we live with the congregation, the community, for almost a week. There are highlights every hour.
Today I am back in my office, writing on the speech the bishop will give to the congregation after mass on Sunday. I read through my notes. I re-live the moments. I count the blessings. I fold my hands and open my heart in prayers.
Last night, during a service, we had a prayer walk. I lit a candle. I knelt at the altar. I wrote down my prayer for the congregation, folded the sheet of paper and put it into the prayer pot. I met the eyes of a young woman. I smiled to an old man.
The days are long. I am met by Terje´s love when I come home. "You don´t need to tell me you are tired" he smiles, "I know you are". And he let me be me! In the mirror of his eyes I am beautiful.
