When Ben and I had the wonderful experience of traveling Italy for three weeks back in 2011, our longest stay was in the city center of Florence. Spilling forth with some of the world's finest art and most delicious food, the city quickly became one of our favorites. Our tiny hotel was just a few blocks from the Duomo which served as a lovely and convenient compass whenever we felt like getting lost.
We had the privilege of attending mass at the cathedral one morning and while folks were ushering in, the kind elderly priest made his way down the aisle welcoming new and familiar faces alike. When he came to us, he simply asked where we were visiting from and what I did for work. I told him I took photos of people for a living and with an affirming nod he said "Yes. For the love of people. Love of jesu, love of people." It was enough to make me teary eyed and a beautiful confirmation that I hold dear especially during seasons like this one when things don't come as easily and I wonder if I'm pursuing the right things. A gentle reminder of where my priorities should be.