Una Pausa





Today we’re full-fledged focused on Joe’s grandson, Everett. For this, I’m taking a pause from my daily descriptions, as every minute has been consumed with the latest updates about him.

Worth mentioning, however, is that 38 Catanese deacons gathered at the vineyard house tonight, celebrating the end of their latest rigorous study course. Alessandro graciously hosted.

What’s notable about that, is that before their feast, they all gathered round and dedicated twenty minutes of prayer and petitions for Everett’s healing. It was very non-Catholic as many of us would otherwise know it; just a friendly, loving conversation about and for Everett, which happened to have been called a prayer. 

It left a palpable zing on my shoulders and arms, which I take as a good sign.

If you have a moment to also send some positive energy into the ether, we thank you.

This is the part of being overseas that is most difficult—the excruciating distance when things are happening back home and you need to be there asap.


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