I can’t say God didn’t warn me.  This morning I woke up early and picked up a book I’m reading, Can God be Trusted?  The last section I read before Mass was all about our need for patience.  Then I heard that one of our sisters who works at one of our homes for the elderly had been at the ER since 1:00 a.m. with one of the residents.  After Mass I decided to run over to the ER and bring her some breakfast and a cup of coffee.  I got halfway there (without a cell phone, mind you) and realized I didn’t know the resident’s last name.  I called home when I arrived, found out the last name, but that didn’t turn up anyone on their list.  I called home again, which after some sleuthing, found out that that was her maiden name, not her married name.  Giving the correct last name didn’t turn up anyone either.  Come to find out they were at the ER at another hospital across town!.  I didn’t have time to run over there, so I came back home with an uneaten breakfast sandwich and the cup of coffee.  And don’t ask me God’s purpose in all that.  Maybe it was just an exercise in patience–which I definitely had the grace for today.  God’s ways are not our ways, but they are always the best.   At the least, I can ask your prayers for our resident, that God provide all she needs and that she may be at peace.  Thanks.  And may you all have the patience you need today to trust in God’s ways.