A couple of decades ago shortly after I converted to Catholicism, I went on a private retreat in the coastal mountains of California. A religious sister from another Order was staying there at the same time. One day I asked about her prayer life. She gave me an answer that has helped me many times over the years. She said that she had her morning coffee with the Lord every day. Sometimes, she talked to him about the coming day – her plans, hopes, and concerns. Sometimes, she and the Lord just sat together in comfortable, silent companionship. This morning I had my coffee with the Lord in the garden. The dog was lazing in the sun. The bees were visiting the blossoms. All was well in the world.