I was hungry for God in my early twenties. I bought a book with that very title, hoping that reading would lead me in the right direction as it so often had before.1 When someone suggested spiritual direction, I had no idea what it was but was willing to try anything that might answer my spiritual desire for more. My first director was a male priest who sat behind his desk and listened to my faltering description of how I prayed. It was a very old-fashioned