Sometimes You Just Need to Sit With Jesus

“No! Sit!” an Italian grandma yelled at me.

I did not want to sit. 

I wanted my coffee, and then I wanted to go find another church in Rome. I only had so much time in the Eternal City.

But she insisted, so I sat down.

You never argue with Italian grandmas.

Immediately, I became restless. 

But when she delivered my cappuccino and cornetto, I savored it, grateful for the break where all I had to do was be.