|A Prayer Diary
I am at the Philly airport, on my way to Florence, via Rome, for two weeks. When people ask me what I'm going to do there, again (you go there all the time), I say that I'm just going to walk around with God. I can’t believe that I'm bold enough to blurt that out, but I am, more and more, and guess what? People don't see to bat an eyelash. Maybe they know me, maybe they long to do the same, maybe they are too self-involved to care.