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Boots on the Ground

The flight to London was wonderful. I have the temperament of a child in a car seat, the moment the flight gets in the air I fall asleep. I woke up a few times but it was for a minute or two. I fully woke up flying over London ready to land. I arrived at 8:00 am GMT feeling refreshed and filled with wonder.

”Trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be” ―Saint Teresa of Avila

I did have a few moments before the flight to speak with the flight attendant. Her main curiosity was the bread. I explained to her, like I did the woman in San Francisco, about fasting and the Blessed Virgin. She was not Catholic and did not have a particular faith. She was very interested in knowing more. We had a lovely little chat and then it was bed time. Upon arrival she came up to me and asked if she could give me a hug and if I would pray for her. It reminded me to never be afraid of telling people about God and the wisdom of our faith. Always do it with a smile on my face and love in my heart. While I am not always met with a kind response, I do know because I approached it with love I planted mustard seeds.

Wise choices will watch over you. Understanding will keep you safe. Proverbs 2:11

Entry into the UK was no harder than boarding the flight from San Diego to San Francisco. I had to book my next flight before passing through immigration. Our Lord made the choice easy as the only flight with a shrine close by available was Lisbon. I have a few hours here in London so I am feeding the birds in the airport, having a cup of tea (that’s water right?), and reading proverbs. I am waiting to do the rosary until I arrive in Fatima. I have never been there and am giddy like a 5 year old girl waiting to enter Disneyland.

"He who loves the Immaculata with sacrificial dedication will be saved, become holy, and help others [on the way] to holiness." Maximilian Kolbe


Like clockwork I got on the plane to Lisbon and fell asleep. I woke up in enough time to see the landscape on our descent. Beautiful is the word that came to mind. Upon arrival I asked about ways to get to Fatima and was directed to the Sete Rios bus station. Grace would have it a bus was leaving within the hour.

Now onboard I am so deliriously giddy about seeing our Mother soon. I am still carrying the bread around, which seems silly. It has become something special to me and it doesn’t seem to get in the way.