Daily Archives: July 27, 2013

Little Suffering Soul

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Margaret Leo of McLean, pray for us.

Please read her entire story at the link below..
The Littlest Suffering Souls, part 2: Margaret Leo of McLean
By Austin Ruse
Friday, 31 May 2013

Her special gift was joyful friendship. In an elevator, she would pepper strangers with questions, with a steady gaze and big smile. “What is your name?” “Where are you going?” “What is your birthday?” They sensed she really wanted to know. The girl had no artifice. Even Supreme Court Justices can be attracted to that.

What they did not know, because she never mentioned it, even to her family, was that she was likely in unimaginable pain. Think of a titanium rod being bent by your spine, and about to poke through the skin of your neck. Or a shunt inside your brain.

No one describes her as a “spiritual athlete.” Her faith was profoundly childlike. Her whole life she prayed out loud the simple prayer her mother taught her as a child, “Jesus, thank you for coming to me in the Eucharist.”

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The Tiny Little Flower

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Audrey Stevenson, Pray For Us

And yet another beautiful little soul…. Please read her ENTIRE story at the link below.

The Littlest Suffering Souls: Audrey Stevenson of ParisBy Austin Ruse
Friday, 17 May 2013

Audrey Stevenson was born in 1983 to a nominally Catholic family, a family that did not even say grace at meals. When she was three, her family visited the home of Theresa of Lisieux and then to the convent where the Little Flower lived and died, and Audrey exclaimed: “I want to enter Carmel.”

Not long after the family moved into a new apartment. Audrey drew a crude yellow crucifix and put it on the wall. She had put identical crucifixes in each room of the house where they remained for a good long time.

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Brendan Kelly, Pray For Us

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I had to share… Please read the entire story of Bendan Kelly
The Littlest Suffering Souls III: Brendan Kelly of Great Falls
By Austin Ruse
Friday, 14 June 2013

Brendan was a mystic. He carried on a continuous conversation with Jesus and his Guardian Angel. After confession one evening, he made an extended penance. Outside, his father asked what took him so long, and Brendan said he was talking to Jesus. “In the tabernacle?,” his father asked. “No, in the light above the tabernacle,” except according to Father Alexander Drummond, the Church was utterly dark.

Brendan would not pass a church without blowing a kiss and shouting, “Hi, Jesus.” So normal and natural was this that a priest of Opus Dei still sermonizes about this as an advanced state of the interior life.

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