A rowdy dog… or an invitation? I heard the chapel door close behind me and looked up, smiling shyly as I stared into the tabernacle. Coming to the Adoration Chapel had been a last-minute decision, one made suddenly when the dog objected to my plans for quiet prayer at home. I had expected to share the small space–and Jesus–with others, but as the only other person there quietly left, my heart swelled. This has happened a few times before, and it always leaves me with the same feeling: as if Jesus had invited me there at that precise moment because He wanted to spend time alone with me. I felt loved. I felt wanted. I was overcome with gratitude and joyfully humbled. I savored the feeling for several minutes before picking up my Bible, however I quickly realized I couldn’t see well enough to read. The lights were off, the entire room lit only by sunlight passing through a narrow panel of stained glass. Considering the overcast skies outside, the room was gray. And since my attempt to tur...