The light shifts slightly and the loved one I am looking at suddenly appears 30 years younger. What do I see? A remembered yearning, a hopeful promise, someone I used to know. I notice. But where will the noticing lead me? Noticing was one of the focal areas in a class I led during Lent (March & April) at my home church: "Journaling as a Spiritual Practice,"  taught from my book Abba House & Me: Prayer Changes Everything.  We talked a lot about noticing, and it became apparent that our