I was home visiting my family and had the pleasure of meeting the petite and no-nonsense dynamo.
“It would mean so much to your family – to your parents – if you would move back from Spain.” Her hand went to her crucifix necklace. “You know, dear, they love having you nearby…your sister does, too.”
I looked into her tiger-colored eyes and acknowledged her wisdom and her superior power of wielding words.
“I know, Sister, but my husband doesn’t have a job here, and we are both working in Spain.”
“Well, I will pray on it.”
My visit home ended and I flew back to Spain. About a month later my sister called me.
“Borromeo came up to me after observing my class and told me she had been praying that Juan might get a job at Kodak.”
“And…? Wait, who’s Juan?” I asked.
My sister burst out, “She thinks your husband’s name is JUAN – and I saw in the “New Hires” section of the newspaper that some Juan got a job at Kodak! Sister Borromeo sure has some pull in the prayer department!”