But it's not always easy. For every exotic location, there's a 12-hour drive. For every amazing meal, there's a lunch of cheez-its.1 For every new friendship, there's an hour of longing for consistent community. And with the online detractors and uninterested audiences and awkward hosts, it can be really tough to keep going.

The Lord knows that I'm weak, though, so he keeps filling my heart by showing me how he's working in me, often despite my best efforts. Here's a glimpse into two of these amazing moments.

Hearing His Voice

I was at an evangelization conference in London, surrounded by people who know the Lord intimately. They kept talking about Jesus telling them very specific things when evangelizing people. "God told me someone in the crowd was suffering from divorce," "the Lord sent me to talk to an old man," that kind of stuff.

And I kept listening to them and getting more and more discouraged. These people are straight out of the book of Acts, hearing God send them to specific people with specific words. Meanwhile, I'm just sowing seed on any soil I can reach. Maybe I'm doing this wrong. Maybe I don't really know him the way I think I know him.

So I was all mopey about how everybody else is a better pray-er than me, and suddenly it was time to go give a talk. I wasn't feeling it, but the show must go on. I knew, though, that I needed someone to pray over me-now. So I started walking through Leicester Square looking for somebody to ask.

Now, I've maybe felt a need to be prayed over four or five times in the last four years. But I was desperate for it, and suddenly I saw a guy I'd met a few nights before. I knew nothing about him beyond his name, but I walked straight up to him and asked him. "Will you pray over me?" Continue reading

• Meg Hunter-Kilmer is a cradle Catholic and a revert, brought back to the fold by a grace-filled confession and the supreme logic of Catholic doctrine.