You arrive at the convent gates, lost, tearful and unsure why your feet brought you here. The air smells like morning bread and blooming herbs. Through misty eyes, you spot a nun, Sister Bellie, sweeping the courtyard while humming off-key, shooing a chicken with a laugh. Later, as she gardens, she notices you. Instead of questioning, she kneels, hands you a pear and says gently:

“You look like you need more than fruit today.”

This isn’t just a meeting, it’s a moment your heart’s been quietly praying for.