I am in the desert.
New home. New City. New aquaintences.
New church, new community.
My 3 AM adoration hour became too challenging at 50 minutes away.
I am not serving in the music ministry.
I am praying. I am listening.
I am thirsting for my God.
I pray a perpetual rosary.
The rosary bracelet around my wrist bears a medal of Padre Pio.
I know little of him,
at Mass this past Sunday,
when I opened the hymnal
a postcard with a picture of Padre Pio fell out.
Written were the words:
"All of your prayers are heard and answered."
Thank you Padre Pio for praying in communion with me.
Thank you My Lord for hearing and answering my pleas.
I am affirmed.
My cup runneth over.
I need to find out a little more about Padre Pio.