Yesterday it began to rain in Florence so we ran into a church. It was
a very small and old church. Very lovely with candles and the sweetest incense
burning. I don't know what the smell was but it was really
beautiful. And we each took a few minutes to pray. I prayed for my
sister Dianna and her husband Paul. And then Sarah and I light a candle
for Paul so that God would direct him home. And last night he
did. Paul died far too young but he is at peace. And I'm sure
heave smells better than that small little church in Florence.