Tomorrow, June 15, is the feast of The Sacred Heart of Jesus. This afternoon, I had dressed the Altar in preparation for Exposition of the Blessed Sacrament for the feast of The Sacred Heart of Jesus. I noticed the flowers we had we not exactly perky and had spent way to much time on the Altar. Taking into account, Friday is payday, I knew I couldn’t just run out to buy flowers, so I left the Altar as it was, knowing I would run out in the morning to pick up flowers that were presentable to be placed in front of the statue of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. I left for home.

While at home, I thought about how I was going to get to the store before the first Mass. I thought about how I couldn’t really afford to place flowers I had dreamed of presenting. I love our Lord’s Sacred Heart and I always want to do the best for Him. I received a call from my Pastor who told me he was just in the church and noticed the flowers were a little expired. I giggled a bit and told him I knew and explained to him that I couldn’t provide anything until the morning as my finances were very low and I had hoped to place red and white roses at the foot of the statue, which was placed closer to the Altar. He was very happy to hear we were on the same page and we ended our conversation on a very happy note. I sat for a few moments and thought where am I going to go to find the flowers at that hour? I prayed to the Immaculate Heart of Mary for help once again, to ensure the feast would be beautiful and for help with finding the flowers and getting them there on time. Every time, she comes through. Mama Mary help me, has become a regular short prayer in dealing with situations like this, that often come up more then I like to admit.

After the call with my Pastor and pondering the problems that might become bigger, I asked my husband if we had any money. We were down to our last $30.00. I asked him if it would be okay for me to spend it on flowers for the feast of the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus and he said yes. I ran to the store, hoping to find just a few red and white roses, with maybe a sprig of green. It wasn’t going to be much, but at least it would be something! I prayed in the car for Mama Mary’s help in finding just the right ones to place at my Lords feet. I started looking through numerous bouquets of flowers and came across the red roses I was looking for. Looking and looking again, no white roses to be found. After a little sigh, I was grateful they had the red ones and this was not a florist or a specialty store, but they had them and it was something to present with the little amount of money I had.

After purchasing a little over a dozen roses, drove straight to the church. As I was walking in with the red roses in hand, I passed by the Blessed Sacrament Chapel. I peeked in to bow to our Lord and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. On the floor, in front of the tabernacle, were two dozen white roses. It had only been less then a half hour since speaking to my Pastor on the phone and no one heard my conversation with him. I know he didn’t get them. I walked in the Blessed Sacrament Chapel and approached the tabernacle in awe. I had been there earlier in the day, not much more then two hours before this time and the flowers were not there. I didn’t know what to say to our Lord at first, but as soon as the thank you came to mind, the tears came to my eyes.

I took the white roses with me and prepared them with the red roses, exactly as I had hoped to do and placed them at the foot of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. It was 5:00 PM as I finished, and the church bells began to chime. I sat in awe and prayer and the love I had for the Most Sacred Heart of our Lord, grew even more.