During my pilgrimage to Medjugorje, I saw a beautiful wood mosaic of Gospa in the local post office. I asked where the post office had purchased it. When they said that they did not know, I asked if I could purchase theirs! They said no.
The last day we made a bus excursion to see Fr. Jozo. When he laid his hands on Sheila’s head and prayed, the nasty bone spur on the bottom of her heel disappeared. On the way back, at the edge of Medjugorje, I just happened to see the wood mosaic on the sidewalk outside a shop. When we made it to St. James Church and stopped, our guide said that we would be leaving Medjugorje in a few minutes. I told Sheila to not let them leave without me and ran back to the shop.
I told the shopkeeper that I did not have the cash to purchase it, but had a credit card. He looked at it and asked me if it was any good. “As good as gold,” I told him.