This morning I made my rounds through the hospital: up to post 2 to make visits with a nurse, over to social services to chat with the social worker and back to the chapel to pray before going home for lunch. I was able to carry on intelligent conversations with five different professionals!



On my route I passed the large laundry room of the hospital. I weaved my way through fresh sheets and hospital gowns hanging out to dry in a sort of courtyard between buildings. There is something simple and godly about sheets that have been hung by hand.



Today I feel full and loved.