“My child, give me your heart” (Proverbs 23:26)
Freely, I give my heart to you O Lord, through the Immaculate Heart of Mary as it is totally yours O Lord.
Today is the feast of St. Louis de Monfort. It is also a day to start a Marian consecration, which will end on the Visitation.
I was blessed to be able to spend some time with my children at the zoo this afternoon. As we got loaded onto the sky tram at the zoo, my youngest daughter began to wince and whimper about the noises and the jerky movements of the cab. Before we travel anywhere, we say a little prayer asking for the intercession of the Immaculate Heart of Mary to pray for us, followed by Sacred Heart of Jesus, I trust in you, three times and we finish up with Abba Father, I love you. We began with this little burst of praying and looked about as we climbed higher and higher. My daughter, still a bit nervous at the trip across the zoo looked at me with a bit of fear.
She had never been afraid before, as we had been on this tram several times over the years. This time, was a little different. I reminded her of how she always wanted to fly, and told her to lift her arms out wide, like she was gliding, and she did. She let out a little cry and I said, okay, now bring one arm back in and touch your forehead. She did and held it there. I said, okay now say, in the name of the Father. She smiled. I told her then to bring her hand down and now touch her heart, and she did. I told her, now say, and of the Son. Her smile got larger. Then I told her to touch one shoulder and bring her arm back and touch the other one, and she did. I told her, now say, and of the Holy Spirit. She giggled a bit, and began to fly.
We fly to thy patronage, O holy Mother of God;
despise not our petitions in our necessities,
but deliver us always from all dangers,
O glorious and blessed Virgin.
Amen.
May the Divine assistance remain always with us!
Amen.
I’m not buying the headlines today. Are Many Marriages Today Invalid? January 29th, 2005, I married my husband in Cesar’s Palace Las Vegas. Being Roman Catholic and he Greek Orthodox, it wasn’t until my serious conversion of heart, I took into account how serious of an offence this was against our Lord. We had both been married before. I love this man tremendously. Please read Cohabitation And Holy Communion, in which I have spoken about this before.
Today, after being married in the Catholic Church on May 4th, 20013, which I hold very dear to my heart and soul, we are continuing on in our marriage after a serious threat to all marriage. That being infidelity. I will not go into detail as the wounds are deep and we need time, prayers and patience to heal from this. I have forgiven my spouse and meant it. As I have also forgiven the other soul involved. We came very close to divorce. So close that we were just one day away from filing. It was pride and anger that lead to the decision to grab hold of an attorney and it was humility and love that made the decision to forgive and work through all the pain and suffering to continue on. The one thing for me that I just couldn’t stop pondering was how so many today “pretend”. Pretend everything. Marriage is not pretend. Vows are not pretend. The Church is not pretend. Our Lord is not pretend.
Back on June 3rd, the weekend before our filing was to be done, I prayed through the Immaculate Heart of Mary to our Lords Sacred Heart and I wrote:
What’s funny is, in all this divorce stuff, does a torn up piece of paper by the state mean anything to God? You can spend thousands of dollars in court to get a divorce and it can never amount to one drop of our Lord’s blood and a vow made with Him. So..Nope. I don’t believe it does. I made a vow to our Lord and Mark in the Church and I intend to keep it with God. I didn’t go through the annulment process and marry my husband in the church to have the state say your no longer married. My door will always be open for Mark to return, if he so chooses, and I pray our Lord converts his heart as He has mine, but I’m not holding my breath. So lets flush 20K down the toilet and Mark can continue to pretend he is not married. I will live still, as I know, I still am. End of story. Peace.
When I sought my attorney, so many signs were present. It was so easy to get one. It was even easy for this unemployed mother with no income to obtain a five thousand dollar retainer for them when we had been financially strapped for years. Something was wrong with this. It was far to easy and happening way to fast. This I knew in my heart was not from our Lord. I had heard in my heart that God hates divorce.
The following day, my husband moved back home with us and the process of healing began. As it is still today and will be for some time. I love him very much. As I love our Lord very much. And our Lord loves each of us first.
All I can say today, when I took my vow, I meant every word. I always intended to hold true to that vow no matter what. Even today under the serious issues we have faced and the continuing fallout from them. I said it before and I will say it again. I meant EVERY WORD of my vow to my husband and our Lord and I will never allow the state, if my husband should choose to leave and divorce me, to say that I am no longer married when it was to God, my husband and the state that I professed my vows of Marriage. Even if it should mean to live in a state of chastity and celibacy, we are called to that same chastity IN the sacrament of Marriage and being single. We are living in a world of souls playing “make believe” where nothing really matters and nothing means anything which couldn’t be farther from the Truth. The Truth is, humility, love, commitment, integrity and sincerity is needed for any Marriage to succeed. Beatitudes are to be lived. No matter what happens. That vow is also to our Lord. Look and see what our Lord said about how a man should love his wife and how a woman should love her husband and DO IT. Do it as your souls are Married to our Lord and live the vow as you are Married to our Lord. St. Thomas More, pray for us.
St. Monica pray for us.
St. Rita Of Cascia, pray for us.
Immaculate Heart of Mary, pray for us
Sacred Heart of Jesus, I place all my trust in you
Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on us all
Last night in prayer, as I looked through the old prayer book given to me from my dad’s “Important Papers” (SEE HERE), I found this one to be simply beautiful. I must share. This particular prayer book has a list of indulgences all over it and I’m not one to post them as I am unsure about them. I just don’t focus on them and believe that when we are in Love, we do what we do in Love for our Lord and not simply for the rewards of that Love of His. Just using discernment, I placed crosses over them. If I was wrong in doing so, they are still there even if you can’t see them.
I’m not sure how old this is, but my dad has been gone for close to twenty years and this book was in with his First Holy Communion document from 1936.
I pray for all of us. Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on us all.
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“If it is by the power of God that I cast out devils, says the Lord, then the kingdom of God has come to you already.”
I am grateful Lord, for the trials, tribulations, sufferings and pain. Praise, glory and honor to you O Lord Jesus Christ. My Lord and my God. Thank you Lord for Your joy and your peace. May I bring this peace and joy that you have placed in the heart of my heart, to all you place on this path in exile and may they also, return to you O Lord with their entire heart. I love you my Lord and my God and know as I am still in exile, I am incapable of loving You more than you love us. Sacred Heart of Jesus, I place all my hope, love, faith and trust in You and I freely give this entire heart in me, that you keep alive, cleaning, beating, and nurtured by you Lord, to you, Jesus Christ my King, through the Immaculate Heart of Mary, our Mother. Amen
On this past Sunday, my family and I were blessed to attend Holy Mass at Mission Basilica San Diego de Alcala, which has been deemed as a Holy Door pilgrimage site. I had found this out about a week ago, while attending Holy Mass on my birthday, which turned out to be a Holy Mass celebrated for the Immaculate Conception.
My health problems have been flaring up, even in recent days, so for me to actually make it, with my entire family, on the day the Holy Door was blessed and opened, along with attending Holy Mass after, I consider a HUGE gift of our Lord. I cried. For many years, close to twenty, of asking, seeking, wondering, repenting, lamenting, praying and crying, became rejoicing. Its not to say that simply by me walking through that door means my conversion of heart is over, but it reached a point in letting go. Letting go of the past and accepting the mercy and justice of our Lord. It reached a “growing” point that only our Lord can measure.
Saturday night before hand, I found myself looking at different religious art on the internet. This is something I love to do. My husband and I don’t have much money, so being able to see the beautiful paintings and other items on the internet gives me an outlet, to spend time with our Lord in a way that is very personal. We scroll through different sites and He leads me through different countries and far away museums showing me all the wonderful artwork that I would never be able to see in any other way. We found this painting below, of our Lord as the Holy Child in the Tabernacle.
Going back to Sunday’s Holy Mass, along with walking through the Holy Door. Fr. Peter came out and the doors were shut. Holy Mass began outside, he blessed the doors, the hammer hit them and they were opened so Mass could continue. The crowd processed inside through them and Holy Mass continued. As Father began his Homily, it was all about “The Waiting”. He mentioned a list of things we wait for, and as he did, I whispered to my husband, I had been waiting for this day for close to twenty years. I would love to say that every Holy Mass I have ever attended is etched in the forefront of my memory, but all have not. There are many! But, not all of them can hold a position like this one has.
When father continued his “Waiting” homily, I listened intently putting in perspective of the past 2015 years since our Lord rose from the dead. In the last, minuscule in comparison, 49 years of my life. then again in the “waiting” to receive our Lord in the Eucharist while out of communion. Waiting for doctors test results. Waiting to have tests done. Coming around then, to the mercy of our Lord, for giving me the time to wait.
As Holy Mass concluded, I found myself in His peace. There was a moment when I realized I had a busy week ahead with Doctor appointments and forgot all about the pain I was having. I thought how beautiful it would be, to be able to receive Anointing of the Sick, since I had just received our Lord and walked through the Holy Doors. It had been a while since I had receive Anointing and being that my condition may need surgery, what a beautiful day to have this done. It wasn’t as if I NEEDED to get this done NOW. That “feeling” wasn’t present. I was not pushing for this. It was as if it was a suggustion to my soul that really became something I should do, but, only if it could be done, it would be good.
As we were leaving the Church, I told my husband I was going to ask Father if I could receive Anointing. I waited for the crowd to pass me by, and when it became thin and father wasn’t bombarded with souls, with only a few souls left, I approached Father and asked him. He told me he had to be at the airport within thirty minutes to catch a flight and told me, VERY humbly and graciously, that I could call the office in the morning and one of the other priests would be able to do just that for me ASAP since my first appointment was on Tuesday. He told me he would DEFINITELY keep me in his prayers as he was about to rush off. I pray no one takes this as a NON act of Mercy as I can see, it truly was our Lord at work through him, telling me no. I was at peace with his answer, and thought how I would be able to just attend the next day, and ask my Parish Priest for the Sacrament. My family and I left and had a few moments at home, “waiting”, before my older daughter had to be at our home Parish for singing in Festival of Carols.
As we arrived at our Parish, the Church was a bit dark as we walked in, I dipped my hand in the holy water font and genuflected turning to our Lord in the Tabernacle. To my surprise, the doors of the Tabernacle were wide open, and our Lord had been moved for this event. We took our seats in the pews, and “waited”. After a few moments, I noticed my Pastor mingle with others. I went to him and asked him, if he had time after, if he could give me the Sacrament of Anointing of the Sick. He graciously said yes that it wouldn’t be a problem.
The caroling was beautiful and at times, everyone in attendance was asked to stand and sing along. Between carols, we reflected on scripture readings and Gospels, ending the afternoon with a beautiful sense and understanding of the magnitude and meaning of our Lords birth, and the time spent by many souls “waiting” for Him, before His birth.
When all was over, my “waiting” for the Sacrament of Anointing of the Sick, was over as well. Father called me to the back of the Church. We were standing next to the Baptismal Font facing the Altar. I looked up the aisle to the Tabernacle of our Lord, behind the Altar which the doors were wide open. As Father began the prayers over me, that painting of the Holy Child Jesus in the Tabernacle, very vividly, came to mind. Some things, with His grace, you just know.
Praise, honor and glory to our Lord, Jesus Christ, now and forever.
“Woe to you if you do not succeed in defending life” – St. John Paul II
I hear these words today and shudder at what they bring.
From CNS News – January 22, 2015
I remember vividly the August of 1993. I was part of a massive gathering of over half a million youth from all over North America in Denver, Colorado with Pope John Paul II. The saintly old Pope’s message was electrifying for us, but it held a rather startling prediction for America which many of us missed until we read it later: “Woe to you if you do not succeed in defending life” said the pontiff.
Also, from Fr. Dwight Longenecker: America the Murderous: A Solemn Prophetic Warning
EVANGELIUM VITAE can be found by clicking here
March of 1993 was the year that I had lost my child to abortion due to my own uneducated stupidity, after I had changed my mind and wanted to keep my child, as I didn’t know what was taking place. I will not try to justify it. It was my fault. (see here- as I have written about it back in 2011) I don’t believe in coincidences. I do believe our Lord has a plan and when we follow Him, it becomes very apparent to the repenting soul who has turned away from sins turns back towards Him and follows Him, dies to self, and lives for Him. I know I sound like a broken record when I say this, but it is true. For many years, far to many, my life had been a living hell because I had made it that way by following the world and not Him. Its not that I didn’t want to hear our Lord, or follow Him. I did! I forgot how to hear Him. When you follow the “world” you forget everything that matters most. I was so lost in sin. I was caked in my own filth of self. When I reflect back, I pray to our Lord to never let anyone go that way.
“To one who has faith, no explanation is necessary. To one without faith, no explanation is possible.” – St. Thomas Aquinas
I have always held St. John Paul II in a special place in my heart, in a very special place, as I had the pleasure of being blessed by him in Chicago during his visit in 1979. Please see – Reflection On Blessed Pope John Paul II Which, once again, as I am writing this, was originally posted on May 4th, 2011. May 4th 2013, after close to four years as living as brother & sister, with my husband, as we were going through the annulment process, we were finally married in the Catholic Church. Which, while planning, we had found out was the exact same day as my First Holy Communion in 1975, along with my Great Uncles Ordination into the Priesthood in 1930, who survived the Nazis, followed by the Communist occupation of Slovakia.
Our Lord has shown me great mercy. I can never fully place into words how He has strengthened me with His grace, teaching me it is not my strength, but His. Teaching me that nothing is mine and everything is His. Teaching me to see Him as much as I can, in all souls, although hidden. Even in the most hardened hearts, teaching me that I too, was that hardened heart. Seeing my own sins being committed by others, and repenting for committing exactly what they were doing. Seeing His face in every soul on earth, as easy as seeing the Artists signature on a masterpiece. Hidden behind the blacked over paint of sin.
I know I am getting carried away in the words here, but there is great mercy of our Lord in repenting. The country we live in, the one my dad, US Navy Veteran from 1946 defended, the one my husband served 23.5 years in the US Marines for and defended, has become a country of the culture of death. Its sickening to see what this country has become and is becoming. She is in desperate need of a “heart transplant” through replacing the broken moral compass she has been using for the past 45 years. I pray to God, she receives it soon.
The only way to fix her, is for each soul to look in the mirror, look deep within your own hearts and and turn your back on selfishness,turn away from the mentality that has brainwashed so many, and to the needs of others, placing yourself last. Starting with the smallest in the womb. Repent. The toss away culture we currently live in, has caused us to toss away our own hearts. Defend and protect all human life first. In one another, and your own. Take time to learn the meaning of Love. Its not anything you can remotely associate with what is taking place in today’s culture. What is Love? <<<SEE HERE>>>
For a few years, after my conversion back home really started to take shape, I would look at different pictures of parishes and the beauty within them. Before understanding, it was our Lord’s presence in the tabernacle that is the true Beauty I was seeking. One particular parish caught my attention and I thought it was so beautiful. The Chapel on the Rock (officially, Saint Catherine of Siena Chapel) in Allenspark, Colorado, considered St. Malo St. John Paul II had been in this particular parish and I could only image how beautiful that day must have been.
I had forgotten about it until a week ago when a friend had posted a photo of the parish that had captivated me, as it had been closed in 2011 due to a fire in the area, but the church was spared. During the rock slides of September 2013 the Chapel on the Rock survived, though much of the surrounding terrain was destroyed. How much that beautiful church endured speaks something wonderful to the soul.
My oldest daughter, just graduated from College, whom my sister took in at the age of 12, due to something I have yet to write about, is now living not far from that area. We have not seen each other for close to 2 years. I found it beautiful that the picture had been posted only a week ago, as I had forgotten about it, and all in our Lord’s time, His grace, His will, my family will be there soon for our family vacation. It will be the first time we take a family vacation like this. We will ALL be together. We are planning on spending time hiking this area of Saint Catherine of Siena Chapel and praying for the end of abortion and the destruction of human life in this country, along with the protection of the family and the conversion of hearts. God willing.
I am eternally grateful to our Lord for blessing me with the faith in Him that He has rekindled in me, along with my husband, my children and the gift of a life I could have never imagined not very long ago. My suffering may be painful and extremely excruciating at times, to see the lack of love in souls, but its so easy when its joined to His as the joy our Lord has allowed me to have in my heart, in knowing Him and not just of Him, is a degree of His mercy, that no one can imagine.
Pull closer to our Lord. Turn back to Him. “Return to your first Love”. Never forgetting, God first and foremost above all else.
St. John Paul II, intercede for all of us. Immaculate Heart of Mary, pray for us. Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on us all.
O Most Blessed Virgin Mary, Mother of Mercy, at this most critical time, we entrust the United States of America to your loving care.
Most Holy Mother, we beg you to reclaim this land for the glory of your Son. Overwhelmed with the burden of the sins of our nation, we cry to you from the depths of our hearts and seek refuge in your motherly protection.
Look down with mercy upon us and touch the hearts of our people. Open our minds to the great worth of human life and to the responsibilities that accompany human freedom.
Free us from the falsehoods that lead to the evil of abortion and threaten the sanctity of family life. Grant our country the wisdom to proclaim that God’s law is the foundation on which this nation was founded, and that He alone is the True Source of our cherished rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
O Merciful Mother, give us the courage to reject the culture of death and the strength to build a new Culture of Life.
Saturday July 4th, I will be dedicating to our Holy Mother Mary and first Saturday. I ask you to join me as we celebrate her, our Catholic Faith and TRUE Independence from our sinfulness. I have my flag out already. I will be bringing my children to Holy Mass after we all receive the Sacrament of Reconciliation. Just an idea I feel needs to be shared.
“In the end, My Immaculate Heart will triumph.” – Our Lady of Fatima
FREEDOM!
All praise, honor and glory to our Lord, Jesus Christ.
EDIT to add:
Its not a call to abandon hope, nor to hide inside this day, but to celebrate LIFE in Christ. To still enjoy our Lords creation. TO STILL live the life our Lord has given to us and to appreciate Holiness in the Light. Its not that we are NOT still sinners, but rather we know we are and we are TRYING with the grace of God to get back home to our Lord, in TRUE Love. Agape!
“Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!
Amen!”
EDIT:
The original photo has been changed at the top of this post. WITHOUT KNOWING, I was flying my Vatican Flag upside down for many many WEEKS. I didn’t know it. Today, I fixed it. Keep in mind ANY flag flown upside down is a sign of “distress” and NOT disrespect. Pray for this nation and the ENTIRE Church.
Last night my family and I attended the San Diego Padres game. We bought tickets through my girls school to sit in a section dedicated to all the school. My youngest child got in some trouble earlier in the day the second I dropped her off for school, so I actually thought of keeping her home and letting my husband and older daughter go.
As we waited for my husband to get home so they could go, I kept hearing in my heart, its a family occasion. My daughter who got in trouble at school had already been punished at school for her behavior and I just was not settled completely what I was deciding. At the last second, I decided that we would all go.
As we go there and made our way to the fantastic seats and began to settle in, my older daughter pretended to be a princess, blew kisses to all and went to throw herself in her seat. Well, much to her surprise she fell back hard. Really hard and smacked her elbow on the arm rest as the seat she though was there had folded up and she slammed into the ground. It hurt. No one from her school had seen what she had done so it saved her little pride moment but she was hurt. We sat for a moment as I checked out her elbow to see what damage had been done and the pain on her face was there. She couldn’t move it and streaked at the thought of moving it.
For the first two innings of the game I comforted her and kept vigil for her and the elbow to see if maybe she had broken something. We couldn’t just jump in the car and go to the hospital to get her checked out as we had taken the train to get to the park. The more the tears flowed the more I became to worry if she had in fact broken something. I got up and walked her to the First Aid station. All we needed was ice.
As we walked through a maze of different directions we go there. Looked through the window and a group of souls opened the door for us. The immediately brought her in and placed her on a medical chair and began asking the questions and checking her out. The nurse and the EMT checked her over and she was given an ice pack to keep any swelling down. They talked to her and had her bend it and move it to see where she had gotten hurt. After a while, then they handed her a Padres hat and a baseball. I was never expecting that.
As I sat there I was flooded with thoughts of our Lord. How much more then will your Heavenly Father give to you? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.
I have worried about so much in my life taking place that I had in the past allowed the worry to replace Life. Even for the benefit of others, as that is the basis for all worry I have had. Worry does no good. Its the parable of the 10 Virgins that strikes me here. In all that I do for our Lord, I can not give my prayers and works to others to use for their salvation. God doesn’t have grandchildren. Only you can say yes to the adoption to be His child. I can’t share my holiness with you for your salvation. I can be a model of holiness, but I can not be a fountain. That is reserved for our Lord. You have to become holy using His grace. You have to trim your lamps at all times. Which is done through prayers, receiving the sacraments and obedience to Him. You have to use His grace for your salvation.
When I first noticed and acted upon my conversion of heart, all I was looking for was to go to heaven. When you realize what comes with Heaven, you can only start to understand, all I wanted was an “ice pack”.
My daughter is fine, just a bruise and is playing today, a little more guarded over what she had experienced last night.
Thanks be to God for no broken bones.
Thanks be to God for all His gifts. Thanks be to Jesus Christ our Lord for the gift of Life. Thanks be to the most Holy Spirit for giving gifts of the Father and the Son. All praise and honor and all glory to the most Holy Trinity for You are all we truly need. Amen.
From Catholic Online:
Glory be to the Father,
Who by His almighty power and love created me,
making me in the image and likeness of God.
Glory be to the Son,
Who by His Precious Blood delivered me from hell,
and opened for me the gates of heaven.
Glory be to the Holy Spirit,
Who has sanctified me in the sacrament of Baptism,
and continues to sanctify me
by the graces I receive daily from His bounty.
Glory be to the Three adorable Persons of the Holy Trinity,
now and forever.
Amen.
One point I feel a need to make..
The San Diego Padres beat the “Pits” burg Pyrites
Its not the Catholic Church that has failed in Ireland with the passing of same sex Marriage. She never can. It is secularism that blinked exposing itself for the terminal cancer it has always been and many souls are suffering because of it. When our Lord was crucified and put to death, the secular world thought that was the end of Him also. False peace, is what same sex Marriage, abortion, and all that contradicts what is Right and Just in our Lord, is.
The secular world has always contradicted our Lord. It does not mean in any way they win or they can change anything. It means our Lord is Right and Just. Stick with Him. Not them. Do not cling to anything but Him. The gates of hell shall not prevail. Pray for those who persecute you. May they who have been swayed by secularism away from the Truth, be converted back to the Sacred Heart of our Lord Jesus Christ.
Your country can not save you. Your family can not save you. Your friends can not save you. Only Christ can save you. Place your Faith, Hope and Love back in Jesus Christ and nothing else. Repent. Not only Ireland, but everyone. Return to your first Love. God never changes. “Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”
There is a good reason for the upcoming Year of Mercy and our Lord Jesus Christ knows what He is doing.
Repent. Our Lord converted my heart when I was far off from Him, when my ideas of life were actually death to my soul. I pray today for the conversion of all who are still far away from Him through the Immaculate Heart of Mary, our Mother, Spouse of the most Holy Spirit, intercede for us and bring us into the fullness of the Sacred Heart of your Son, our Lord. Amen
Cardinal Wojtyla (Pope John Paul II) in an address during the Eucharistic Congress in 1976 for the Bicentennial celebration of the signing of the Declaration of Independence … said:
“We are now standing in the face of the greatest historical confrontation humanity has ever experienced. I do not think that the wide circle of the American Society, or the whole wide circle of the Christian Community realize this fully. We are now facing the final confrontation between the Church and the anti-church, between the gospel and the anti-gospel, between Christ and the antichrist. The confrontation lies within the plans of Divine Providence. It is, therefore, in God’s Plan, and it must be a trial which the Church must take up, and face courageously
Great Uncle Msgr. Mikulas Misik, pray for us! Intercede for us! May all the nations in this world see the importance of protecting the Sanctity of Marriage, between one man and one woman.
Please read “Faith of our Fathers”
Immaculate Heart of Mary, pray for us. Sacred Heart of Jesus, I place all my faith, hope, trust and love in You.
Today is First Friday. Tomorrow is First Saturday
On Saturday, the people of Slovakia will vote in a nationwide referendum once more to define marriage as between one man and one woman—and also to deny same-sex couples the ability to adopt. The referendum would also give parents the right to keep their children from sex education classes in school.
GENERAL AUDIENCE
Paul VI Hall
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Pope Francis: Pozdravujem slovenských pútnikov to prostredníctvom nich, chcem vyjadriť moju podporu Cirkvi na Slovensku, povzbudiac všetkých pokračovať v zápase na obranu rodiny, životodarnej bunky spoločnosti.
[Greet the pilgrims from Slovakia and, through them, I wish to express my appreciation to the entire Church Slovak, encouraging everyone to continue their efforts in defense of the family, the vital cell of society.]
Infant of Prague, have mercy on us all. Glory to God
UPDATE:
“For the coming of the Son of Man will be just like the days of Noah. “For as in those days before the flood they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, until the day that Noah entered the ark, and they did not understand until the flood came and took them all away; so will the coming of the Son of Man be”
Slovak conservatives fail to (homosexual) marriage ban in referendum
Immaculate Heart of Mary, pray for me. Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on me, a sinner…
Hello my wonderful readers (Brothers & Sisters in Christ). I have a personal prayer request. We all need prayers and I am no different. I am asking for your prayers for me, as I am going in for gallbladder surgery in the next few days. I have had some other health issues including a partially collapsed lung and some nodules found on my thyroid along with a hiatal hernia that is producing an over abundance of acid so much so that it is finding its way into my lungs. Yup! I’m a mess but I have for many years been offering up all my suffering to our Lord. If it is Gods will that this is my time, let it be known that I join all my suffering to His, including my death. In that case, please pray for my soul. I trust in our Lord as He is the spouse of my soul. The foundation of my faith has always been rooted in the fact, He said so. No matter how frightening things have been or can be the simple fact our Lord has said and done everything already, is consolation enough for me to understand, His will be done, not mine. I have received Anointing of the Sick and if any of my readers are in the same health way as I am, please go and be anointed before any medical procedure like surgery.. Its best to be prepared.
Please pray for my healing and for my children and husband to pull closer to our Lord during this time . God bless you and thank you. I love you.
EDIT TO ADD: I received my Surgery date and it seems its going to be held off until March 13th, 2014 at 11:00 AM. Glory to God.
UPDATE 4/11/2019 at the bottom of this page: Praise, glory and honor to our Lord, Jesus Christ.
I shared my story with two Catholic Priests recently. I don’t like talking about this but I know there is someone who can be helped by this. No. I am not crazy. No matter how much the world refuses to believe that God is our Creator. I believe a Saint of our Lord said it best: “My job is to inform, not to convince.” Saint Bernadette Soubirous. I see this all day in my life. Jesus Christ is God. He is present in the Eucharist. He has called me to repent and return to Him. I shared this story in the past with for other Catholic Priests over the past 5 years. I don’t know why this is, all I know is where it has lead me to. Back home to the Catholic Church. Repent. Return to your first love.
What I have written with the help of the Holy Spirit. This is etched on my memory and our Lord has made it very difficult for me to forget any of the details. I did add a few details to this as I wanted to make it a little clearer for understanding.
Thank you So much Fathers for just listening and reading this. I don’t expect anything but the glory and honor of my entire conversion and all the events of my life, to be given to God as He knows everything. He allows everything because we have free will to choose to do His will and I full accept, no matter what may come to me.
In 1998, I had an experience that changed my entire life. I have to give you some background as I know it’s important. I have confessed every sin and I know I have been forgiven, as I now go to confession at least every 10 days. I am also in formation with the Third Order of Carmel, and pray every second I am conscious. When the event in 1998 occurred, I was a covered in mortal sins. I had broken every commandment. Every one of them including murder through abortion. I had for many years not been practicing our Catholic Faith and had not gone to confession for over 25 plus years. I still believed in God, but was in a state of despair and had been since a VERY young age. I’m not making excuses for my sinful behavior nor trying to justify it. It’s just something that needs to be revealed as this horrifically sinful person no longer exists because our Lord has truly changed my heart. I am still a sinner a repentant one.
I had fallen in love with a picture of the Sacred Heart of Jesus at about the age of 8 or 9 years old. I was reminded recently by the Holy Spirit, (in the past 5 years) about how at a younger age, I would sit in my parents basement at the earliest age of about 4 or 5 and look through the old cabinet they had of books. My favorite for a long time was a book of nothing but Gregorian Chant from the Liturgy of the Hours. It was very old and all in Latin. I didn’t know what it was or how to read it. I would just sit and stare at the pages and ask God to give me the ability to read it. I used to think of how hard it was to be “big” to have to learn all this stuff. Later on, I found an old handbook from the Legion of Mary. I was about 6 and thought it was something bad, because it was all about Mary and not our Lord. I didn’t understand it and when I asked my mom, she rolled her eyes and told me just leave that alone. I thought it was something really bad against God and thought my family was doing bad things. In my rebellion at the age of 9, I used to go back to it and read it sometimes out loud in spite of what my mom told me. There is so much more to this part, but I have to keep this on track and will go back to this point.
Back to the age of 8 with the picture of the Sacred Heart of our Lord. I would hide in my room and play records for Him and sing to Him as I didn’t have many friends. Things started to happen. I would hear things in my heart and this voice would tell me things that then they would happen in real life. It scared me. I was very young and the voice scared me very much. It would tell me things that my family was going to do and they would happen. At that time, one night, I had a dream that a bunch of clouds came and picked me up. I had no power to do anything but they brought me to the way I would walk on the way to school, about a block away from St. Maria Goretti. It left me terrified as I didn’t know what this was. Today when I pray the Rosary, I am often reminded of this dream while praying the mystery of the Ascension of our Lord. and I had asked my father if it was okay for me to call our Lord my boyfriend and to think of Him in this way. My dad told me it was a sin to do so. (I have LONG ago forgiven my dad for this as I know he truly didn’t understand that our Lord was more than likely calling me to religious life and neither did I) I felt that our Lord hated me at this time, because of what I had done. Especially when things started to happen. It broke my heart but I got rid of the picture and stopped talking to him. I thought I was dammed to hell and stated to think the devil then must be my friend since God hated me for what I had done. I spent some of my early life (pre teen and teen years) casting spells, telling the devil I would sell my soul for _____________ (fill in the blank) and turning to evil thinking it was “cool”. It was anything but. I was miserable. I was angry all the time. I lived for most of my life thinking something was seriously wrong with me. I was depressed and a VERY sick soul. I grew out of this “evil” things stage and continued on into what I thought was life. I had NO self esteem. I hated my life. I thought everyone on earth was better than me because I believed I was “so hated by God.” I was very promiscuous thinking having sex with anyone was love and that they would love me which is sad because at the age of 11, I believed without a doubt that when a man and woman had relations, it meant they were married for life. I asked one of my older sisters about it and she laughed at me. Little to say, I grew up with no true teaching of the Catholic Faith except for having to go to church every Sunday. Confession? After graduating from Catholic grade school, (1981) when I had to go, I never went again until 2001. My mom did take my little brother and me to see Pope John Paul II in Chicago, Grant Park in 1979 and to be honest, it was amazing! I was blessed by him from his Pope Mobile, as he was driving past and it left me in a state of peace I can never describe in words. As soon as I was brought back into contact with my brother & mom that peace quickly left but I had never forgot that day. I also have to mention that my mom’s uncle was a Catholic Priest in Slovakia, who survived the Nazis and then the Communist Occupation. He spent a few days in prison for just being a Catholic Priest but the Communists released him and he continued to celebrate Holy Mass daily, underground. I was awe struck by him for most of my life. He was a role model for me who I loved dearly and I had only met him 3 times and we never spoke the same language. I just heard stories about him and he was kept tight in my heart and still is today. He passed away in 1981. I was never able to express my love for our Lord in my home growing up. I was to afraid because my brothers & sisters made fun of me all the time. So I just stopped talking and became angry and full of hate back at them. When I was about 4 years old, my Great Uncle, the Catholic Priest came in to celebrate my Grandparents Wedding Anniversary. I met him for the first time and ran to him as he was standing next to my Grandfather and told him I wanted to be a princess. I wanted him to take me home to Slovakia to I could learn how to be a princess and live with the Priests and Nuns because they all live in Castles. My grandfather told him what I had said and my Great Uncle told my Parents to please keep an eye on me that there was something very big here. I fell through the cracks anyway. I had such a deep love for God then. I would talk to Him all the time.
Getting the day in May of 98. After living a very worldly life, I had been going through some very rough times. I had lost my dad to Cancer in 96 and my mother had been diagnosed with the same cancer a year before my father’s death and was facing death herself. I had been living with a man who left his wife to be with me, who of course, was abusing me in the same way he had abused her. I forgive him and EVEYONE I have to mention here as it’s not about anything I hold against anyone as I don’t hold anything against anyone, ever since this day in 1998. I forgive everyone including myself. That is not why I am speaking of this and I am in no way seeing ANY amount of sympathy. It’s all related to my conversion back to the Catholic Church and to Our Lord.
In 1998, two years after I lost my dad to cancer, a series of events took place in which I had great remorse for the way I had been living. I had written a letter to the wife of the man I had been living with, apologizing to her for my part in the destruction of their marriage and it was ripping y heart out about thinking about how much I hurt her. The man I was with did NOT like that I had done this. The night my father died, September 23, 1996, I had said to him, although he was unconscious, to put in the good word for me to God that I was going to need some help. As soon as my dad passed, INSTANTLY I said our loud, I need to change my life. And it started the change.
I can’t tell you if what happened to me was a dream, or actually took place in May of 1998. All the events of this day are etched on my soul and I am reminded VIVIDLE every second of this conversation that took place this day. I don’t know “WHO” this was all I know is where it lead me to since this took place and that is back to the Church and to our Lord in such a way I can never live without Him and Her again!
I was at work and my boss called me into his office. He told me he needed to talk to me about something very serious and that someone had been saying very bad things about me. I thought he was going to fire me. I thought I did something wrong and I couldn’t imagine what It would have been. I sat down and he said before he started he wanted to know if I wanted someone in with me to hear about what he had to say. I said yes. Call in David. David worked for my boss Al in a another smaller landscaping company he had. I thought Dave was handsome but we were just co-workers. I just couldn’t think of anyone else to say. He called him in and David didn’t say a word. My boss began to tell me that someone was saying very nasty things about me and saying that I had been doing some very nasty things. I asked him who this was and he said it doesn’t matter I just want to know if this is true what I am hearing about you. I said I want to see who is saying such things and he and David opened his office door and pointed to someone sitting in a chair in his waiting room. I looked at the man as he raised his head to me. My boss asked me if I knew him. I was COMPLETELY chilled in fear. I began to shake in utter terror and my body shook in fear. A gripping fear of total horror and every bone in my body, every part of me rattled. I ran and grabbed David and hid behind him. I couldn’t escape what I had seen. David commanded me at that second, “Don’t be afraid”. The second my ears heard this the terror left me and I was no longer afraid. I stood there grabbing on to him and I wouldn’t let go. I immediately stood up straight and at attention. My boss repeated to me, do you know him? I said NO! I have never seen him before in my life. My boss Al then told David, throw him out of here and get him out of my sight. David left and my boss began to tell me that “Someone” had a bet and I was part of it. He told me he wanted to get in on it and with that I asked if David should be here? He said okay and called him back in. With that, Al, my boss said he would be right back and left me alone with David. David began to ask me questions. The questions he asked me were very personal and he knew the answers before I would give them. All the answers came from my heart. He asked me about my sins. He knew them. All of them since I was old enough to remember. He didn’t care about them. He only cared about the answer I was giving. I knew in my heart, this was not my boss, nor David my co-worker I was with. I didn’t know who they were but I just listened to my heart when answering them. There was this DEEP love I felt for David at this time as I was telling him everything in my soul that he had already knew. I broke down for a moment in the middle of the conversation and resumed again with him. He also said he knew these guys that had a bet. He wanted to be in on this bet also and wanted me to help settle it. I kept asking about this bet but he wouldn’t tell me. He said the winner would be richer than anyone could ever imagine. He wanted to tip the scales and make it easy and wanted me to help him and that he knew this guy who was giving him all the answers. I don’t know how or why, but I brought God into the conversation. I said that would be cheating what he was asking me and that God wouldn’t like that especially if so much money was involved and we had the answers before anyone else did. He smiled and asked me if I liked my life. I said no. I hated it. I was so unhappy. He asked me what would make me happy. I said I just want to go to heaven. I just want to go to heaven. He then asked me what my idea of heaven was. I said I don’t know. He said again, what do you think it would be like in heaven and why do you think it would make you happy. I said I don’t know. God knows. I want what God wants for me. He knows better than I do. We talked more about my idea of heaven which was far from being anything heaven would be today, knowing my faith now. David began to tell me things. He said he had a good friend who wanted his wife back. He said someone got in the way of their relationship and she left him because of a misunderstanding. I said I would do everything to help him if I could. As I had told him about how I had been a part of an adulterous relationship and I had sent a letter of apology to the woman. He told me there was two roads to take to get there. A high road with is very hard and a low road with is easier but not much more easier as it was still very difficult to navigate both of them. I said I would take the high road. He continued asking me questions about everything from my family, their children, the country, the world, priests, religious persons, Saints and so much more. He told me things about what was going to take place. He asked me how I felt about gays, gay marriage, and everything our society is now going through. I answered his question without any idea of what I was saying as I thought this was just a random conversation and I began to say things without even thinking. He said well that does it. You can’t help me. I said but wait! I didn’t answer with my heart. We went over everything again and I answered everything with sincerity. It was like we were talking for HOURS. When He told me about the two roads, the high road was me becoming a religious. The low road was me getting married and having children and I only see that now as I type this. He then told me someone loved me very much. I told him that love was very important because I didn’t know what it was or how to love. He said he knew someone who loved me very much. I asked him who it was. He said someone from my past. I couldn’t imagine who it was. He said it was an old boyfriend I had. He said he wanted me back. I had no clue who he could be talking about. By this time we had talked about so much nothing made any sense and I was in such a state of exhaustion. I asked him if he was the guy and he said NO. But I hope my guy wins. I asked him who his guy was and he said your friend’s son. I said my friend? He said yes. I was your friend David, his son. I said who is his son? What is his name? He looked at me and said one day I would know what he was saying. I understand this now as “Son of David”. He asked me who was in heaven and I said God. He said no, who is in heaven? I said Jesus? He started asking me about the picture I had of this guy when I was young and I sand I had a lot of pictures and I had no clue what he was talking about. He looked at me and said, you truly don’t remember! I said no. I don’t. His mouth opened wide for a bit and he said to me, someone is going to come to you and remind you. He then said to me he will know you as Mary. I became frightened and yelled at him because I thought he was referring to our Holy Mother and wanted me to do something against her. I said you can’t DO that! We already have a Mary in Heaven. No one can be her. No one! I was so angry. I said to him Okay! If all these things you are telling me DON’T happen then what? You still want to get together? He didn’t like that. He said to me this better work or we will all be tossed into the abyss. I asked him then the good one? Or the Bad one. He didn’t remember telling me about the “Good Abyss” . I only know the Good Abyss now as the one St. Faustina spoke about in Divine Mercy. Who I never knew about truly until 2007 or so.
There was much more said between the two of us and even when Al , my boss who had been absent returned. I’m ended this here for now and going to tell you that EVERYTHING David and AL has told me from that day has taken place, for the most part. He knew who I was going to get married to. The names of my children. How people were going to die and when. World events. Presidents elected. Popes elected. The name of EVERY church and the priests I would encounter. He actually called some of them friends of his. We went over the ENTIRE Legion of Mary Handbook together, ADDING: (I didn’t remember this until AFTER I had joined the Legion of Mary in 2011 and I was reminded of the prayers we talked about and how I used to pray in my parents basement) and I had no clue what it was when he was telling me the prayers. He just told me one day I would be reminded. We went through every mystery of the rosary and I couldn’t understand why the Annunciation was called the Annunciation and not the Visitation. He told me about a prayer that would remind me of this day every time I prayed it and it was the Angelus. EVERY time I pray it, I understand EXACTLY what it means and what Mama Mary must have gone through as every second of my life is a constant reminder of this day in may of 1998. ADDED: (As I am sure Mama Mary knew the exact same things that were revealed to her after the fact and held them in her heart) When the conversation was over, Al told me that if I came back to him to ask him about the conversation he was going to deny it ever took place. ADDED: ( I didn’t know if this was a dream or had actually taken place. I did confront my boss at a later day and he had no clue what I was talking about. He didn’t remember any meeting like this) When David was present, Al was gone. When David spoke with me, Al was gone. They were only together for that one instance to ask me if I knew who that horrible soul was. When I had finished with David, and I was back in Al’s office, I sat in a chair and was so tired. He said awe, look at you. Your starving. Your exhausted. You need help. I was so tired. It was as if I had been running and running. I could barely speak anymore. He began to tell me he cared for me. He said to me, You better do all these things you have been asked to do and I said to him why do you care? He said I’m your father I care about you. I became enraged! I jumped out of the chair and said to him, in his face, you are NOT my father. I asked him then are you Ernest my father? Because that is my dad and you know he died and it’s been very hard on me. He said no. I said with just as much anger, are you God? He said no. I said then you’re not my father! He then said to me, I care about you like a father. There is so much more but I’m not sure if it will matter. The outcome is the same.
I don’t know what will happen. I can’t predict the future. All I know is everything that was told to me, is taking place every second and I am reminded every second that our Lord is with us. Every conversation I have has been told to me that it would take place. Everything I write, I was told to and told that I would. The house I live in. The family I have now. All had been told would be. It keeps me in a state of repentance and how I know this is not hell, is that there is great joy and I receive consolations from Abba Father that no one can take away. I have grown to not look for them, but rather understand everything at this point is a consolation from Him and all I want is Him, although His conciliations are wonderful, I want Him. When I pray there is great joy. He allows me to see visions. I seen the face of our Lord in the Eucharist and then myself when I was about 4 years old. . When I am at Mass, when I am in prayer and seeing things manifest that bring me closer to our Lord. Not my interpretation of Him, but Him. In His word. When I was little I fell in love with His picture. With who I wanted Him to be. Today, I have fallen in love with Him through His Word. In the Eucharist and in Who He Is. In His sacraments. All of this taking place after the fact 99.9% of the time of the events. In His Holy Church. In His Priests. In every soul on earth, I can see Him even when He is being denied by the very souls I can see His actions in.
Two weeks after this conversation in June of 1998, everything that they had said to me, started to happen. I thought I was losing my mind in the beginning as when this all started to take place, I tried to tell people who were NOT religious but very worldly and my entire family believed I was crazy. I told them things in a way that at the time I didn’t have the gift of understanding yet. I casted my pearls’ before swine. And the world made sure I was labeled as crazy. With the grace of God, I have overcome it all. I have a love so deep for every soul on earth. Friends, family, enemies, strangers. Makes no difference. I love them. I forgive them for they know not what they do, as I too had no idea of what I was doing. How much pain I had inflicted on our Lord. I have a new outlook and it truly is our Lord.
All glory and honor to God.
PAX
Peg Demetris
All I know now is that I love our Lord above all else. I love my neighbor as myself. I believe, I pray, I hope and I don’t try to worry about the events that I see as I can not change anything. I simply accept our Lord Jesus Christ as my savior and hope to spend eternity with Him. I pray this helps the most frightened souls pull closer to our Lord and His mercy.
QUESTIONS that were asked of me:
PRIEST #1 But Peg, who was the old man?
The old man? If your asking me Father who the old Boyfriend was, I know without a doubt, it truly is the Sacred Heart of our Lord. Although I had fallen in love with His picture, I longed to know about our Lord. At that time in my life, I knew “of Him” being Jesus Christ, but I didn’t know Him being our Lord. Today I do.
EDIT TO ADD: The “Old Man” is Zachariah! This is my “slip” I LOVE our LORD! St. John the Baptist, pray for us!
Priest #2 And who was David?
Father – I still don’t know who “David” was. I still don’t know who “Al” was. It was as if they both were speaking to me in parables. EVERYTHING was symbolic. Everything had a meaning beyond my understanding, but I knew how to respond. I can only assume our Lord was speaking through me to them, when I finally started to speak through my heart. of what they were saying and being in the state I was in, I had no clue what it was all about. I was still living a worldly life and most of what they both had said to me, I see happening around me all the time. Its as if the both of them are at my side, walking me all the way home. At times I sometimes feel like I may have them in my grasp and I am dragging them back home. Al had said something to me at that time about how I was going to be given a watch. I was going to be given blocks and they were his. I was going to be given a drink of water. This “guy” was going to build a house for me. I said I didn’t want anything but to go to heaven. He looked at me deeply and said you better keep these things or at least the watch. The water I know is a reference to The Woman at the Well. The watch? “Keep Watch”. The blocks? Last week at my Formation Meeting with the Third Order of Carmel, I was given paper work on the Structure of the Carmelite Rule. My formation director made copies of everything and placed what she needed to hand out where everyone would be seated. It was random where we sat. She spoke about the block being the Foundation, the four walls, and that was all we should have at that point. As I looked at my paperwork, I had the Foundation Blocks, The four walls and the Roof. I mentioned it to her and she had no idea how I could have gotten it all as she didn’t think she had that copy. She asked me to please share all that I had with them later. Carmelite Spirituality is based on the Rule of St. Albert. I never knew what any of this was back then in 98. When I first started to read the Rule of St. Albert, I was in awe. I had been living this rule for many years already and I didn’t even know what I was doing. The House? Do I even need to go there? 2 Corinthians 5:1 Do I dare say it was him? (EDIT TO ADD: I truly do not know who EITHER of them were 100%.)
Something else he (Al) said was I was he (this Guy) was going to send me to school and I was going to be tested. A bunch of people were going to pray for me that I would pass. I don’t want to assume here but I truly hope instead. This was a reference to St. Peter and the conversation with our Lord about Satan wanting to sift him as wheat. But our Lord prayed for him. One of the last things he said to me was I needed to return to my father. He already knew I was coming and when I get there he was going to put a ring on my finger. “The Prodigal Son”.
I HOPE: I know who “David” is and was! My guardian Angel! “Beware lest ye scandalize any of these little ones, for their angels in heaven see the face of My Father.” Glory to God! (EDIT TO AD: but I do not know)
I may be wrong about both of them and who they were. I don’t know. All I know is where this has lead me to and the daily suffering that I have united to our Lords. One day, I hope to know but I understand it wont matter one bit if I am able to spend eternity with our Lord. This is how my conversion of heat truly began and is ongoing. Immaculate Heart of Mary, pray for us. Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me a sinner. Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on us all.
I love you.
St. Michael, St. Raphael, and St. Gabriel: PRAY FOR US, Protect us, heal us, In the most HOLY NAME of Jesus Christ I pray. Amen
1 You who dwell in the shelter of the Most High,*
who abide in the shade of the Almighty,*
2 Say to the LORD, “My refuge and fortress,
my God in whom I trust.”a
3 He will rescue you from the fowler’s snare,
from the destroying plague,
4 He will shelter you with his pinions,
and under his wings you may take refuge;b
his faithfulness is a protecting shield.
5 You shall not fear the terror of the night
nor the arrow that flies by day,c
6 Nor the pestilence that roams in darkness,
nor the plague that ravages at noon.d
7 Though a thousand fall at your side,
ten thousand at your right hand,
near you it shall not come.
8 You need simply watch;
the punishment of the wicked you will see.e
9 Because you have the LORD for your refuge
and have made the Most High your stronghold,
10 No evil shall befall you,
no affliction come near your tent.f
11* For he commands his angels with regard to you,g
to guard you wherever you go.h
12 With their hands they shall support you,
lest you strike your foot against a stone.i
13 You can tread upon the asp and the viper,
trample the lion and the dragon.j
II
14 Because he clings to me I will deliver him;
because he knows my name I will set him on high.k
15 He will call upon me and I will answer;l
I will be with him in distress;m
I will deliver him and give him honor.
16 With length of days I will satisfy him,
and fill him with my saving power.
EDIT TO ADD: 4/11/2019
As I attended our Parish Mission and Penance Service last night, our Lord revealed this to me.
Our Lord was there, and with me. He revealed it to me, at the moment the Mission Priest was speaking to us about a Team of Landscapers. You have a property, overgrown with weeds, trees not producing fruit, and your house looks like hell broke lose. All of a sudden, a truck pulls up, a bunch of guys jump out and in less than 30 minutes, its transformed into paradise.
It was during this moment I turned to my daughter, as I was overcome with the moment of our Lords Resurrection, and the revelation that St. Mary Magdalene realized she was not speaking to the Gardener, but to our Lord.
I turned to my daughter, smiled and said \“Rabbouni, The second the words left my lips, my eyes widened as they focused on the Altar & The Tabernacle. Everything about that moment 20 plus years ago, became clear. Peace
After a long spiritual battle, going further back then I can remember, my husband and I have finally married in the Catholic Church, May 4, 2013. We had been living as brother and sister for many years so I could continue on in the journey home to the Catholic Church. After several years of uncertainty, rumors of divorce and other daggers spit at us from Satan, we have, only by the grace of God, finished this race. Many miracles occurred on this road. I am forever grateful to our Lord.
After all the ups and downs, I was given a beautiful spiritual gift I will not soon forget. On our way home from our wedding celebration, close to our home, I looked arround as my husband was driving and sence of being in friendly surroundings had overtaken me.. It was a peace I had not had for some time. I can ony describe this as a soldier coming home from war to a waiting family. I could breath. I could relax and it was as if our Lord had taken a creat crushing weight off of my soul. It truly has been a daily battle of intense fighting for freedom. Our Lord had allowed me R & R. There is nothing in this world more precious than KNOWING, God’s will have been done, the battle won and now, I could sit back and breath on this front of the war I know for fact, I am now fighting on the side of God and for good.
The gift from God below, (at the link) is the greatest gift I have ever received. I live to give this gift back to Him. With His grace, His will be done. Always.
https://www.facebook.com/video/embed?video_id=10201294534230201
Thank you Lord, your servant is listening…..
Just a little post I would like to call Message from a Friend.
I met Joyce while singing Gregorian Chant on Monday nights and on occasion would share a Liturgy of the Hours song book. She managed to check one out of our public library and when it was time to return it, would automatically re-check it out. Neith of us could afford to purchase it. The night before Joyce passed on to eternal life, she was at a choir party with some members of our Sunday choir and one of our Priests. Somehow, the topic of death came up and Joyce began to tell everyone what to do in case she were to pass on. All were listening and laughing at the colorful laid out plans for burial and the Catholic Mass. The next morning, Joyce was gone. She passed on to eternal life by natural causes in her sleep after spending 70 plus years in exile.
When I received the news of her passing, I was very happy. I don’t mean to sound calloused, but it was a joyful day. Joyce was a soul so full of life and to see her pass on without so much as one sick day or in any amount of suffering was actually, to me, something to hope for in my passing. A friend and I prayed for her soul and then began to comment, laughingly, on how she cheated! She wasn’t sick, she didn’t suffer and the night before was laughing about it. She had a beautiful death.
On now to just a week ago. Last week I walked into the sacristy and located on one of the tables were two beautiful prints. One being the Sacred Heart of Jesus and the other that matched it being the Immaculate Heart of Mary with a not attached to them. The note was from my good friend Joyce’s daughter, explaining that Joyce had asked her to donate the two prints to the church, to be placed in the Adoration Chapel. I looked them over and knew exactly where to place them. I asked our Pastor if it was ok to place them in there and after receiving his okay, contacted the maintenance man immediately to get them hung up. Where I had wanted to place them, was going to be difficult. Beind the drywall was a concrete buttress wall. The chances of getting them up on that wall and having them stay there was not good. God willing, it was done, leaving the maintenance man quite amazed that he was able to place them there.
There was something very special about the prints. More so then being a gift from a friend who had passed on. I had never seen prints like this before and felt a strangely strong but joyful feeling about them. That was last week. The week passed by and work overtook me. Every time I would spend time with our Lord in Adoration, I couldn’t help but look at them and wonder. Two days ago, it hit me. Mama Mary and our Lord are covering their hearts. It’s odd that their hearts would be covered in prints featuring the Sacred Hearts. I posted an update on facebook asking friends if they knew the meaning of the covered hearts. As soon as I hit send, in my heart, I heard our Lord say to me, “Why didn’t you just ask me?” So I did, in prayer. Our Lord said to me, “I got you covered.”. Immediately Matthew 6:21 followed. “For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”
Saint Louis-Marie Grignion de Montfort: Consecration to Jesus through Mary
I, , unfaithful and sinful as I am,
today take Your hands in mine to renew and ratify my baptismal promises.
I renounce forever Satan, all his seductions and works.
I make a total donation of myself to Jesus Christ, Incarnate Wisdom,
with the intention of carrying the cross in His footsteps, all the days of my life,
and of being more faithful to Him than I have been until now.
Today, with the whole court of heaven to witness,
I choose you for my Mother and Queen.
As your slave, I deliver up and dedicate to You my body and soul.
all my spiritual and temporal possessions, including the rewards of
any good action of mine, past, present or future, with the right to make
use of me and what is mine, without exception, as you think best
for the greater honor and glory of God in time and eternity. Amen.
This picture is called “Escorting Souls to Heaven” by Howard David Johnson.
By praying for the dying, we are in fact walking that soul as far as we can home, to our Lord..
A few months ago, I was with a good friend who was passing on from this world, to eternal life. I sat at his bedside and through our Lord, managed to break the selfish bonds I had attached to him. I started to pray. There were a few souls in the room with him at this time who were conversing about the old days when our friend was in better shape and spirits. Rather then continue in the small talk, I listened to the voice telling me to get to work. In doing so, quickly recruited them to pray with me.
I opened my purse and grabbed the rosary given to me that belonged to my mother, after she had passed away. Along with the rosary, I grabbed a pamphlet that contained the prayers for Divine Mercy given to Saint Faustina by our Lord. The second I began to pray, I could feel something like a hammer smashing all selfishness of fear of breaking up the party, and getting down to work as to why I was there in the first place. I wasn’t called to this mans bedside for a party with friends we had in common. No. I was there to ensure he had an escort home to our Lord.
When my mother passed away many years ago, I sat at her bedside with my brothers and sisters crying not only for losing her, but understanding now that I had grown attached to her and was mourning for my loss rather then praying for her gain. I wasted all that time at her side for myself, rather then in prayer for her soul.
While at my friends side, later that first night, deep in prayer, I could see his fear melt away. He went from slashing his arms around, to holding tight. At this time he was semi conscious and I noticed he faintly started to pray with me. I could hear ever so slightly at times when I would recite the Hail Mary, him reaching for the words from a very deep place in his heart. Using all his might to hang on to each word in a faint whisper with all his strength. I stayed with my friend until 3:30 AM when a word of peace came to my heart. I knew our Lord was telling me to go home and rest as my friends condition was not changing.
I got home and fell asleep on my couch. Not even changing into pajamas. I managed to get a couple hours of rest and quickly woke at 7 AM, with that inner voice in my heart calling to me to get to the hospital. I entered the hospital and to my friends bedside before 7:45. I immediately began to pray the Divine Mercy chaplet. Before I could finish, while half way through the fifth chaplet, my friend Fred’s soul was handed over to our Lord. I finished the Chaplet, said good by and left my friends body satisfied, knowing there will be more time to gather with friends to reminisce about the good old days when he was here.
There was a story recently sent to me about a group of people would would sit with the dying who did not have family to sit with them as they were passing on called “No One Dies Alone“. I was deeply saddened to read this article as the group was just there sitting and holding hands with them. Although they were showing them mercy, no prayers were offered as the group did not believe in God. A snip from the article:
Barbara Farkas is certain about what happens after death. It is the end, she says; there is no heaven, no hell, no journey that lies ahead. Her conviction hasn’t changed, no matter how many times she has sat with the dying.
Well Barbara Farkas, I am certain that there is God, heaven, hell and eternal life. I know this for fact. It was the voice of my Lord that woke me to go and attend to my friend. “In death, the body separates from the soul, the human body decays, and the soul goes to meet God, while awaiting its reunion with its glorified body” (C 997). Death, judgment, heaven and hell, the last things we all will go through. I pray and ask my readers to pray for Barbara Farkas that her heart be converted, That she may, through the Immaculate heart of Mary, to the Sacred Heart of our Lord, give Him the glory and honor of the work she is doing, rather then seek it for her own. It is not her thoughts that are driving her, but that of our Lord. I pray she sees Him working in her by doing this soon.
So often we hear of such story’s, I can’t help but see through the medias attempt to sterilize the death of a human being and equate it to that of a death of a pet. Or even to launch a preemptive strike on our morals again to push for making euthanasia for people acceptable. Call it knowing the truth in the spin cycle of this article. You see, euthanasia is legal in Oregon and the first thing we read in this article is:
Volunteering to aid terminal patients at a hospital, a woman finds patience, calm and compassion she didn’t know she had. No One Dies Alone started in Oregon in 2001 and has spread across the country.
Just in time for the government through Obamacare to pass its next law in support of euthanasia. I know its coming down to putting our elderly to sleep like animals because they cost to much to keep alive. The more I pondered this, the more I couldn’t get the idea of a future government agency or private group of “Death Watchers” out of my thoughts. Can’t make it to your loved ones death bed? NO PROBLEM we will sit with them because we understand how important it is for you to go to work and how much of an inconvenience it must be for a loved one to be dying when your vacation is scheduled. Think about it. Its just one more step into hell for this nation.
One snip from the article is here:
She sympathizes with families who can’t be at the hospital when a relative dies. Some live too far away or can’t take time from their jobs or find their estrangements, no matter the circumstances, too hard to bridge. For others, death is just too painful to watch.
My friend Fred was just shy of his 90th birthday. His wife had passed away a few weeks earlier who’s only living relative was a niece who just “didn’t get along” with Fred. I had many differences with Fred also, but understand we are to love our neighbor as our self and knew, I needed to be there to walk him home. To be his body guard on the way home. Take it to the bank. There is a heaven. There is a hell. There most certainly is God and we will ALL be held accountable for our actions and lack there of.
Ensure your last times with your loved ones are spent in prayer. Give them a the most precious going away gift money could never buy. Pray for them before they leave you, pray over them and never stop praying for them after they have left. Walk them as far home to our Lord as you can, not away from Him.
Most Merciful Jesus, lover of souls, I pray Thee, by the agony of Thy Most Sacred Heart and by the sorrows of Thine Immaculate Mother, to wash in Thy Most Precious Blood the sinners of the world who are now in their agony, and who will die today. Heart of Jesus, once in agony, have mercy on the dying. Amen.
St Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle, Immaculate Heart of Mary, pray for us. Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on us all. I beg of Thee to put an end to all selfish desires this world has, and convert the hearts of those who try to mask selfish deeds. May my Lord allow them to see Your face O Lord in the dying and the elderly that they may come to understand how all life is a gift from the Father and respect all life all souls as your possessions; never forgetting it is God alone who decides when any life ends. Amen
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.
This is my Queen, Mama Mary
Window in the choir loft in The Basilica of the National Shrine of Mary, Help of Christians, at Holy Hill, Wisconsin.
Mary is the Mother of the Son of God, who is the messianic King. Mary is the Mother of Christ, the Word incarnate. … “He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High; and the Lord God will give him the throne of his father David; and he will reign over the house of Jacob for ever; and of his kingdom there will be no end.” [Luke 1:32-33] … Elizabeth greeted the Blessed Virgin, pregnant with Jesus, as “the Mother of my Lord.” [Luke 1:41-43]
Mary, Mother of my Lord, is Queen of Heaven and Earth.
Mystical Rose,
Help of Christians, pray for us.
Mystical Rose of the Immaculate Conception,
protectress of priests and the consecrated,
win them the favor of Jesus Christ! Amen.
Today is the feast of the Immaculate Conception and I wish to share with you a little sliver of heaven. Yesterday was my birthday and my entire day, I thank Mama Mary and the Holy Trinity for blessing me with the honor of spending that day with them in the following way.
I attended the 8 AM mass as I usualy do and left in peace to share this inner peace with every soul I was to come in contact with. I got home and prayed to our Lord asking Him about how I was going to spend the day. I went into my yard and began to water my plants. I am in San Diego and the weather here permits me to do so. As I was watering my plants, I moved to my rose bushes and began to water them. I only have three and my gardening skills have taken a back seat for the past few months so I had not been attending to them or most of my yard for that matter. I noticed my roses in bloom but one bush stood out over the others.
One rose, one perficet rose was fully open. This plant I call my “Sacred Heart” roses. They are white roses with the outer petals sprayed with red. I often ponder it as the prestine white rose being dipped into the blood of our crusified Lord. The rose that stood out had a very long stem. I had never seen a stem this long from one of my plants. Not only was the stem very long, no other branch came forth from it. It was attached directly to the base of the bush and very close to the ground where the root entered the earth. Mind you, the stem on this beautiful flower looked as if it was three foot high. If I were to have cut it further it could have been. Three being the Holy Trinity did cross my mind. I did not grow this rose. This was a gift from Abba Father telling me to bring it to Mama Mary.
I cut the rose and knew exactly where it needed to go. I dropped everything and headed back to church because I knew this special rose belonged to Mama Mary as her Immaculate Conception was the true celebration I was looking forward to. As I pulled up, I noticed our maintenance man working outside and asked him to let me in, so I could present it to our Holy Mother’s statue. I walked in and the woman who decorates the church was just starting to decorate for the following days feast. She needed help and I told her I would help her. I spent the remainder of the day helping her to decorate for the feast. I had to run back home at a point because we did not have a cloth big enough to cover the table our Holy Mother’s statue would be on. I brought back the same cloth, that was used when the international pilgrim traveling statue of Our Lady of Fatima made a visit to our parish.
This beautiful rose became the center point under the Immaculate Mary’s statue. The patroness of the Legion of Mary in which I serve in, is called “Mystical Rose”. There is no doubt, our Lord wanted me to spend this birthday doing exactly what I had done and provided me with a beautiful gift to give Mama Mary on the day of her Immaculate Conception, the day of her birth into life.
If you do not know about the Mystical Rose, please read here
Keep in mind, yesterday was December 7th
SNIP from the above link:
“Sixth Apparition on December 7, 1947
This time when Our Lady appeared again in the parish church there were only three persons present. Among them was the Reverend Confessor of the seer. Our Lady, as “Rosa Mystica,” wore a white cloak. This was held at the right side by a boy, at the left side by a girl. Both were also dressed in white.
Our Lady said, “Tomorrow I shall show you my Immaculate Heart which human beings know so little.” Here she paused and then went on, “In Fatima I spread the dedication to my Immaculate Heart.” With heartfelt expression she went on, “In Bonate I tried to introduce this devotion into Christian families.” (Bonate, where Our Lady appeared during the war, is situated near Bergamo.)
Here she made a somewhat longer pause, then continued, “Here in Montichiari I wish the devotion of the ‘Rosa Mystica,’ together with the veneration of my Immaculate Heart, to be increased in the religious institutes and the monastic communities, in order that these souls dedicated to God may receive more graces from my motherly Heart.”
Then Our Lady told Pierina a mystery and promised that she herself would let her know when she had to reveal it. Pierina asked, “Who are the two children at your side?”
Our Lady answered, “Jacinta and Francesco. They will be your companions in all your afflictions. They too have suffered, though they were much younger than you. Look, this is how I would like you to be—–simple and good—–as these children used to be.” Our Lady extended her arms protectingly, looked up to Heaven and exclaimed, “Sia benedetto il Signore!” which means, “Praised be the Lord!” Then she disappeared.”
EDIT TO ADD: I just noticed from another photo, the rose is red, white and yellow. Maybe I should call it the Mystical Rose.
From another site: “By praying, sacrificing and doing penance we bring roses to our Mother and do reparation for the injury of the swords.
The roses:
A white rose : spirit of prayer.
A Red rose: spirit of sacrifice (reparation)
A golden-yellow rose: spirit of total immolation
“This three roses will make the three swords fall from the Most Blessed Hearts of Jesus and Mary”
Written by Saint Margaret Mary Alacoque.
To the Sacred Heart of Jesus
I give myself
and consecrate to the Sacred Heart of our Lord Jesus Christ,
my person and my life,
my actions,
pains and sufferings,
so that I may be unwilling to make use
of any part of my being other than to honor,
love and glorify the Sacred Heart.
This is my unchanging purpose, namely,
to be all His,
and to do all things for the love of Him,
at the same time renouncing with all my heart
whatever is displeasing to Him.
I therefore take You,
O Sacred Heart,
to be the only object of my love,
the guardian of my life,
my assurance of salvation,
the remedy of my weakness and inconstancy,
the atonement for all the faults of my life
and my sure refuge at the hour of death.
Be then, O Heart of goodness,
my justification before God the Father,
and turn away from me the strokes of his righteous anger.
O Heart of love,
I put all my confidence in You,
for I fear everything from my own wickedness and frailty,
but I hope for all things from Your goodness and bounty.
Remove from me all that can displease You
or resist Your holy will;
let your pure love imprint Your image
so deeply upon my heart,
that I shall never be able to forget You
or to be separated from You.
May I obtain from all Your loving kindness
the grace of having my name written in Your Heart,
for in You I desire to place all my happiness and glory,
living and dying in bondage to You.
Amen
Peg Pondering Again 