I woke up before 3 am this morning and lay in bed for the next hour and a half staring at the ceiling and praying. I suppose you could call it praying as my thoughts turned to Padre Pio and more nor less stayed there. Often when I wake in the night, in fact pretty well always I imagine myself sitting behind Padre Pio praying , back in the loft in Our Lady of Grace Chapel were he recieved the stigmata. Just keeping him company, warming himself in his presnse throguh the long night hours of vigil. But last night for a change I jsut thought of Padre Pio's face. Then I wondered to myself why, of all the saints it was Padre PioI spent time with. What was it about his face that gave me such joy and made me pray? Why simply because he was a a very,very, very Great Saint. A saint's saint in fact. I love the old guy so much. View attachment 4484
