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.

#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