God is good and all giving.  An incredible day, witnessing aside, Mary joined in, a companion in experiencing, my Sancho Panza.  We visited the ninety-eight year old Hospice patient in Huntsburg, Ohio.  The Hospice called while driving to Palm Sunday Mass, informing me the patient did not need Hospice care today.  I was scheduled to sit with her from noon to four, however my scheduler informed me the visit was unnecessary.  The patient was doing much better, up and walking about.  I was startled, disappointed as I really looked forward to the visit.  I felt we accomplished a lot praying together.  The thought of continuing our prayers brought joy to my waking this morning.  After dining with Mary on the Ox tail soup she prepared, I decided to initiate a personal visit with the patient–Mary tagging along.  I promised the patient I would sit with her today.  I had to honor the promise.  Her eyes held steady in my consciousness, dominating my good will.  There was a moment when I brushed back her hair from her eyes, in between prayers, when we locked eyes.  She was beautiful.  I know she understood what we were doing.  When Mary and I arrived, we discovered her daughter, granddaughter, and the granddaughter’s boyfriend visiting with the patient.  The patient was sitting there in her wheelchair, and sure enough she looked much better.  She was fully awake, still only partially responsive, dressed in a Sunday outfit.  She looked wonderful.  God is gracing me with an appreciation for beauty.  Utilizing my loneliness, my longing to love, He allows the patient to attain an immense attraction.  I cannot help but wrap my heart around the patient, fascinated deeply by the patient, a call of unabandoned love sent and received, grace abounding.  Conversation with the patient’s daughter flowed beautifully, detailing the woman’s life.  The granddaughter and boyfriend would often chime in.  Mary as well.  When I told the daughter I prayed a Rosary and Divine Mercy chaplet with her mother, she became excited, informing me how much the Rosary meant to her mother.  I told her that at the end of our prayers her mother thanked me twice, clearly pronouncing the words.  Ending the visit, I knelt and took the patient’s hand in mine, clearly stating gratitude and a goodbye.  The patient proved I was not a liar, by looking me in the eye, raising her chin, and clearly thanking me in front of everyone.  I could only chuckle.  Her daughter exclaimed ‘mother’ and started clapping.  Then Mary approached the patient, pleasantly taking her hand and introducing herself.  The patient maintained her air of attentiveness, holding her head up in greeting, verbally responding to Mary, although the words were not clear.  She made one heck of an effort.  It was a very meaningful visit.  Then Mary and I ventured over to the world’s tallest Our Lady of Guadalupe statue.  It is truly a spectacle.  The size is astounding, and most enjoyably the quality tile work is truly fine craftsmanship.  The weather was not so nice, the shrine built by a private family, now hosting a church for the celebration of Mass, tabernacle abiding, deserves a future visit.  Mass is celebrated every first Saturday.  Mary had already been to the Shrine built in 1995 with the extern Poor Clare sisters.  The evening concluded with another visit from John the Hermit.  Our relationship advances subtly, amazingly intimate in spirituality.  Contemplatively, we are brothers.  He is convinced that God is obviously placing us together.  The conversation and details I cannot share.  John has stressed the importance of confidentiality in the deeper things he speaks to me about.  There is nothing to speak about since there’s nothing happening.  Silence is the mandate.  Not to disrupt his confidence in me has become important to me.  Mary witnessed our words.  Driving her home, she exclaimed over-and-over what a blessed day it was for her.  All for the Glory of God and the salvation of souls.