A week ago I moved into my new home. Not completely new; I had lived there once before, And the house was among the oldest in the area. But this convent felt new to me. Actually, I felt disoriented. I hadn’t gone far from my other home—only about a mile down the road. We sisters tend to move around a lot, depending upon our place of ministry. But even though my church ministry remained the same, my bed was needed. So here I am trying to find what I packed, wondering which key goes to which door, and discovering my former ways of doing almost anything don’t work well here. But as probably every sister who has moved knows “This is good. I am blessed.” We recall we’re all on the move. We’re all orientated toward God. And so are you.