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miraclesI didn’t know how to write this.  I didn’t know how to share this or if I should, because this is so inexplicable and just totally blows the mind.  Yet, I write this with humbleness.  I write this because it is a HUGE reminder of how faith works and how miracles do happen each day.  I write this to be grateful and thankful to even be this close to this kind of a miracle.

I was born Catholic, but am now an Interfaith Spiritual.  My family is Catholic.  We have deep faith, but we have never heard of St. Faustina before, and we will never ever forget her.

Day 118 (2/8/14):
(You will see a “#” and a number next to something, please see the legend below for some after the fact details.)

Late this morning, I went to Auntie J‘s house, because a prayer group was coming to pray for healing for her husband, Uncle M.  The prayer group was the Divine Mercy group.  It was a group of people who helped Auntie J‘s close friend and neighbor’s son who had lymphoma and who is now cancer-free.

In another part of the country, during our prayer, Uncle M‘s sister, Auntie M, was making her way to Northern California to help with both Uncle M and his brother (who had visited Uncle M, but was hospitalized also, but is now discharged).

Auntie M almost didn’t make it to Northern California due to the cost of the flight, but a last minute deal (like 75%+ difference) came through.

At the airport, Auntie M kept noticing an elderly woman continuously staring at her. She had long white hair (not the usual elderly gray hair, but pretty white) and had a calm expression. She began to feel uneasy.

On the plane, when she was seated, the elderly came by her row. Auntie M was surprised to see her. The elderly lady told her she came from her seat in row 29. She asked Auntie M if she was hungry, and she replied “no,” because she started to get scared.

She felt this lady follow her, even after the flight. At the restroom, this lady even washed her hands in a basin next to hers, eventhough, there were several basins available.

Worried about how to ride BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) and to find her stop, she didn’t notice the elderly lady until she was in front of one of the three ticket machines against the wall, when the elderly lady came to stand before her. She told Auntie M, “give me your credit card.” Auntie M briefly thought the lady might run away with her credit card, but the lady said, “it’s all right.” Auntie didn’t see her swipe the credit card (#1, see legend for details), but her ticket came out right away.

Then later, with her mind still heavy with figuring out where she needed to go, she boarded BART, and realized the elderly lady had followed her in, and sat next to her.

The elderly lady told her, “you seem like you are in deep thought, and your mind far away”. She took Auntie M‘s hand in hers in a very tight clasp (#2, see legend), and said, “let me tell you a story.”

The elderly lady spoke about what happened to her husband who, at 71 years old, had a heart attack–pretty similar to what had happened to Uncle M. She told her that her husband was able to open his eyes, speak, and through intensive rehab could walk after a year. (#3, see legend)

The lady told her a few things also before she left. Bear in mind, Auntie M never told her where she was going and anything about why she was coming here, especially about Uncle M. 1. “Your stop is two stops from here.” 2. “Your eyes are like your brother’s.” (#4, see legend)

When the elderly lady left her at another station, Auntie M realized what she wore (a white, long-sleeved shirt and white pants, with a black scarf. The only thing was that she couldn’t remember what kind of shoes she wore). She did not have luggage. She only carried a small wallet. Then when she turned to watch the elderly lady leave, she was completely gone.

She asked another passenger in the BART car if she had seen the elderly lady who was sitting next to her. The other passenger told Auntie M… “What lady? You were sitting by yourself.”

At around this time, I was in Uncle M‘s hospital room with Auntie J, my Mom, and Auntie J‘s daughter (who was trying to reach Auntie M to find out where she was, so she could pick her up). My cousin received a call from Auntie M that she was at the BART station, and left to pick her up.

Auntie M was unable to call my cousin because the elderly lady had held her hand during the whole entire BART ride. She was still in very much thought about her inexplicable encounter when, finally, she saw my cousin trying to flag her down.

When Auntie M arrived at the hospital to see her brother and place her hand on Uncle M, Auntie J told us all later that she looked really different in the beginning. Like she was radiant.

When we all convened at the cafeteria later that evening, Auntie M recounted what had happened to her during her journey to Northern California. Auntie J and my mom told her we had a prayer that morning. When Auntie M tried to describe the elderly lady to us, my mom, all of a sudden, said, “maybe she was St. Faustina.” Things got all excited and weird for all of us at the same time.

Auntie J‘s son googled “St. Faustina,” and showed Auntie M an image of her, and Auntie M began to cry. The elderly lady looked exactly like the image of St. Faustina, and in place of her nun’s headdress, was completely white hair.

When we took Auntie J and Auntie M home, because of the earlier prayer, there was the Divine Mercy Jesus statue and St. Faustina’s picture on Auntie J‘s formal dining room table. Again, she almost broke down. She couldn’t understand what had happened and why it had happened to her.

Legend:
#1: Auntie M called her credit card company, and there is no credit card transaction for her BART ticket. Her airport meal that day came through. Auntie M also never told the elderly lady where she was going, but the ticket was exactly for her stop.
#2: Her hand felt like a sauna.
#3: The elderly lady’s story was similar to Uncle M‘s heart attack and situation. My Uncle M is also 71 years old. Everyone is hoping the story about the recovery will be the same.
#4: Upon hearing Auntie M‘s story when the lady said, “your eyes are like your brother’s,” Auntie J mentioned to us that two days ago, when Uncle M had opened his eyes very wide, she never realized how her husband’s eyes were just like Auntie M‘s, and she has been married to him for decades!

Day 119 (2/9/14):

At 3:30 a.m. this morning, Auntie M had a dream. St. Faustina came to her and said, “your brother will be all right.”

We held the Day 2 novena prayer for Divine Mercy today. I believe that we now all feel renewed faith, not only for the Divine, but also for my Uncle’s recovery.

I am grateful for this inexplicable… miracle. Thank you for our renewed faith.

Here are some links I found about Divine Mercy and St. Faustina:

Divine Mercy
St. Faustina

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Prompt: Friday, January 31, 2014
Did you feel a lot of pressure with January’s NaBloPoMo ?

Not at all. This was probably the easiest thing! It was the other happenings with the family that brought on the pressure.

Thanks for a wonderful NaBloPoMo experience! Thank you, Dear Readers, for reading my contributions.

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Prompt: Thursday, January 30, 2014
If you could persuade people to do one thing right now, what would it be?

I would persuade them to be kind. Every little act of kindness adds up, and brings peace to the world.

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Prompt: Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Are you good at influencing other people?

Maybe. I think I can relate to many different people because of my various interests and inquisitive nature. I am always learning and growing. Sometimes I share my lessons and experiences, and maybe others relate to them and find them useful.

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Prompt: Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Which of your responsibilities stress you out the most?

Familial responsibilities have a way of getting to me, especially during trying times. Although I can remain pretty calm even when things are really bad, it is when the others are having a hard time that can really get to me.

Yesterday morning, when Auntie J received the news that her husband had a cardiac arrest (although revived), she let out a soulful wail and broke down. Auntie would joke that she and I are similar and I should have been her kid.

Hearing her yesterday morning, I think I may do the same, faced with similar scenarios. I am working on having a truly, unwaveringly open heart, but I am really scared.

I know I am the type to love with all of me; hence, the reason why I fear to love and have never been in love. I fear that loving fully this way may break me. It has been a daily process for me to work on releasing this fear because I do want to be with my Imzadi and have my little family one day.

I can deal with anything that comes my way. I know I am strong and capable, but anything to do with family is what stresses me out the most, because it is a very important part of my life.

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Prompt: Monday, January 27, 2014
What puts more pressure on you: Time constraints or achieving perfection?

Achieving perfection, definitely. This was more pronounced when I was younger, but I have been learning acceptance over the years, because I now believe that my idea of perfection is skewed. I also now believe that the real competition is really with myself, not really with others, and this is mostly for self-betterment… to be a better person, woman, human being, etc.

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I am grateful for this couch.

A couch, you ask?

Why, yes. 😉

It is my mom’s living room couch. It is very comfy and puffy, and while my body apparently does not know how to nap, at least I was able to have a lie down, for a bit. Sometimes even a bit of rest can be rejuvenating!

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I am grateful that my Uncle’s surgery was successful and he is doing well. It is always a comfort to see how many family members arrive to show support. We have been taking over the waiting room lately. I am sure my Uncle knows how much he is loved and supported by all his visitors.

Image courtesy of wallquotes.com.

(For 1/25/14)

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Prompt: Friday, January 24, 2014
Does pressure ever make you want to rebel and do the exact opposite of what is being asked of you?

Yes! I’m Aquarius! Just kidding, mostly…

I am working on this, but whenever something impinges on my freedom, my first inclination is to rebel (stand up for myself) or run away.

So when I am pressured to do something that I am not inclined to do, I think about what my lawyer dad told me as a kid which is to “choose your battles.” Sometimes you just need to do something you don’t like or want, even just to keep the peace. I do those as quickly as I can.

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Prompt: Thursday, January 23, 2014
Do you think it’s possible to control your temper when facing enormous pressure?

Yes. It’s a matter of choice to not let it get in the way, or reuse that energy by changing my perspective and attitude to get work done quickly or get through the pressure.

It is always possible to change one’s internal attitude, even if one cannot control external factors.

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