Sister Faustina’s House
The pain wasn’t the first thing I thought of as I woke up that morning in my hotel room in Vilnius, Lithuania. But when I sat and swung my legs out of the hotel bed, I was quickly reminded. I winced as my feet hit the floor. A sharp burn shot up through my legs. I had hoped it would have subsided by now. No such luck.
When I’d agreed to tag along with my sister-in-law’s choral group on an Eastern European tour, I hadn’t expected
