The perfect host

During Lent a couple years ago, I spent two days and two nights on an individual retreat at a Benedictine monastery. This evening, I looked back in my journal for something I remember writing while there. I found what I was looking for in those pages, but I also found this word of blessing (which I wasn't looking for) that Sister Leann offered me while I ate oatmeal the morning of my departure. I'm so pleased to be reminded of it. The gray-haired, 80'ish-or-so nun patted me on the back and said, "We pray for you when you come. We pray for you when you leave. We can never pray enough."