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Happy New Year to all of my blog followers and readers! I hope 2015 brought you many blessings and joy, and I hope 2016 will be even better.
I was so blessed to have a wonderful holiday season this year. I was able to spend time with my family, and I was also able to reconnect with friends that I haven’t seen in a while. We enjoyed wonderful meals, beautiful Christmas lights, and I even rode a camel with a good friend at a Christmas festival! We had an awesome time.
To top off all this fun, I received an amazing gift from God that I will never forget. My mom spent the night at my house on Christmas Eve, and we planned to go to the 10:30 mass at the local Catholic Church. Both of us were exhausted as we had quite a busy day on Christmas Eve, so we ended up going to sleep at around 9:30 or so. I didn’t think I needed to set my alarm as I was sure I would wake up in plenty of time to get to church.
Well, I did wake up, but it was about 5:30 a.m. That was just too early for me…lol! So, after making a trip to the bathroom, I came back to my room, turned on the light, set my alarm for 7:00, turned the light off, and climbed back into bed.
Before I go any further, I should explain a little bit about my background. My parents are Catholic, and I was raised Catholic. I even attended a Catholic grade school. Even though I don’t always attend a Catholic church (sometimes I go to a non-denominational church), I have always maintained a deep respect for Catholic faith as this has been a huge part of my life. However, I am not one who believes that a particular Christian denomination is any better than any other one (see my previous blog, “I Will Call Them My People Who Are Not My People”).
Even so, I have been given many different Catholic statues, books, rosaries, etc. over the years, and they are quite special to me. I have several rosaries hanging on the headboard of my bed, and I still pray the rosary from time to time.
On this morning after I set the alarm and turned off the light, I happened to notice that a rosary was glowing! I was stunned! Later I realized that this rosary glowed in the dark. But it was still amazing to me as I have had this particular rosary for many years, and I never saw it glow, or even realized that it glowed…until Christmas morning, 2015. What a wonderful gift from God on the day of His birth!
Smiling and at peace, I fell back to sleep. I had a dream that I was attending a church service at Nazareth Academy and College in Bardstown, Kentucky. My mom attended school at Nazareth, and I even wrote a book which includes letters that she wrote during the six years that she attended this school. In my dream, I saw my aunt Mary, my mom’s sister, and we visited for a while. Mary lives very close to Nazareth and spends quite a bit of time there.
When I woke up, I told my mom about my dream and about the rosary, and we both were amazed. We couldn’t believe that this had happened on Christmas Day.
If this wasn’t enough of a gift from God, we still received more. During the mass, the priest ended his sermon with the prayer “Hail and Blessed”. I had never heard this specific prayer before, but as I listened, my mom reached out to me and smiled. She whispered that this was a prayer that was said at Nazareth. She HAD NOT heard this prayer since her days at Nazareth…over fifty years ago!
God is simply amazing. As I have said before, miracles happen every day. For all three of these events to happen on Christmas Day is so wonderful…words just can’t express my happiness and joy. Make this New Year the best ever by giving your heart and soul to Jesus Christ!
Hail and Blessed
Hail and blessed be the hour and moment In which the Son of God was born of the most pure Virgin Mary, at midnight, in Bethlehem, in the piercing cold. In that hour vouchsafe, I beseech Thee, O my God, to hear my prayer and grant my desires, through the merits of Our Saviour Jesus Christ, and of His blessed Mother. Amen.
I had planned on writing a different post this morning, but something happened yesterday that was nothing short of miraculous. I had to share this with you today.
Last Tuesday, I woke up with the feeling that something was in my eye. As I looked in the mirror, I was shocked to see what looked like a bubble or blister on the white part of my eye. It scared me to death! I ran downstairs to my computer and began to research what could possibly be affecting my eye. This is typical behavior for me since I am somewhat of a science geek, and I love to do research. I learned all about diseases of the eye, and from what I read, this little blister was probably not dangerous. However, I decided to follow-up with my family doctor.
On Thursday, my mom and I were scheduled to be on a flight to Kentucky to go to her school reunion at Nazareth College in Kentucky. I was excited to go since a big portion of my family lives in Kentucky, and I was going to be able to visit with them. However, my family doctor told me that it was inadvisable for me to wait on treatment for my eye. I canceled my trip, made sure my mom made it to the airport, and went to a opthamologist later that day.
The ophthalmologist poked and prodded on my eye for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, he told me that I had a conjunctival cyst. He went on to tell me that they are caused by prior eye surgery (not my case) or some kind of trauma to the eye. He also told me that they usually don’t respond to conservative treatment and surgery is required in most of the cases that he had in the past.
Eye surgery?? I surely didn’t want anyone to mess with my eyes. I had always had 20/20 vision until I was in my mid 40’s at which time I needed some reading glasses. Other than that, my eyes were perfect. The ophthalmologist agreed to let me try some prescription eye drops for two weeks, but he didn’t seem too hopeful that they would work. I went home and once again researched “conjunctival cyst” and “conjunctival cyst surgery”.
The next day, a close friend of mine called to check up on me. She knows me very well, and she knew that I loved to do research. After telling her all about my eye research, she made a comment to me that would have a huge impact on me, but I didn’t know it at the time. She said, “I’ve just been thinking about this, and maybe you should stop researching. Just stop. Just give it all to God, and let Him deal with it.” I thought about it, and she made sense. I was too busy trying to figure it all out myself, and I just needed to hand it over to God.
I talked with my mom that evening. She told me that she and my family had been praying, and she also asked the Sisters of Charity at Nazareth to pray for healing. I had met many of them several years prior to this, so they knew me.
The next day around 1:00, I put the drops in my eye. I closed my eyes, and while the drops penetrated my eye, I decided to pray. I told God that I didn’t want to have eye surgery, and I asked for His healing. I told Him that I was giving this problem to Him, and I asked Him to put His healing hand on my eye. When I finished praying, I dozed off for about an hour. When I woke up, my eye felt a little bit better. I looked at it in the mirror, and the bubble was gone! My eye looked totally normal! I couldn’t believe it!
This was clearly a miraculous healing. With the help of the advice of my friend, the prayers of my family, friends, the Sisters of Charity at Nazareth, and myself, God healed my eye.
Jesus replied, “If you believe, you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer.” Matthew 21:22
“Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.” Matthew 7:7-8
Scripture taken from the HOLY BIBLE, NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION. Copyright 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society.
Footprints In The Sand
One night a man had a dream. He dreamed
he was walking along the beach with the LORD. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: one belonging to him, and the other to the LORD.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life. This really bothered him and he questioned the LORD about it.
“LORD, you said that once I decided to follow
you, you’d walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during the most
troublesome times in my life,
there is only one set of footprints.
I don’t understand why when
I needed you most you would leave me.”
The LORD replied:
“My son, my precious child,
I love you and I would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints,
it was then that I carried you.”
Author: Mary Stevenson Zangare
The first few months of 2012 were probably the worst in my life. First of all, I was facing my third back surgery. My first two spinal fusions had failed and resulted in several broken screws. My third surgery was going to be performed by a different surgeon – one that came highly recommended for complex spinal cases. I was trying to remain optimistic, but just thinking about it created tremendous stress for me.
Secondly, I was still recovering from a coil and stent procedure for a brain aneurysm that was found just by chance during the treatment for my back condition. When the aneurysm was found, my back problems had to be put on hold as the aneurysm took priority. After that surgery, I was put on Plavix (blood thinner) for three months, and I was unable to have surgery of any kind until I was off that medication.
Finally, I found out about a month before my back surgery that my husband wanted a divorce. Also, I had been struggling with some of the behavior of my husband’s family. We clearly had differing moral values, and I struggled with this tremendously. I tried to make a difference, but everything I said fell on deaf ears. Divorce was never an option for me as I made an oath before God, but I was finally set free when my husband decided to become involved with another woman.
As you can imagine, I was a complete mess. However, my faith in God remained, and I prayed more during these few months than I had ever prayed in my life.
One night as I was crying myself to sleep, I had a dream that Jesus picked me up and was carrying me. When I woke up, I remembered that beautiful poem, “Footprints”, and I knew deep in my heart that He was carrying me through this deep valley in my life. I hung on to my faith for dear life and constantly asked God for His strength to get me through this terrible time. I knew I couldn’t do it by myself.
Several weeks before my third surgery, I went to a Catholic church near my house and asked to receive the sacrament of “Anointing of the Sick”. The priest talked to me a bit, and then stood up next to me, anointed my head with oil and prayed for my healing, both emotional and physical. I felt a sense of peace come over me, and I knew that God had heard the prayer.
That night, I opened my Bible and read this verse in Psalms:
For surely your enemies, O Lord, surely your enemies will perish; all evildoers will be scattered. You have exalted my strength like that of a wild ox; fine oils have been poured upon me. My eyes have seen the defeat of my adversaries; my ears have heard the rout of my wicked foes. Psalm 92:9-11
A few weeks later, I was having a particularly bad day. I prayed fervently to God and asked him to speak specifically to me through His word. I opened the Bible and read this passage from Mark:
“Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering.” Mark 5:34
The doctors were very optimistic that the third back surgery would result in fusion……and it did! Eight months after the spinal fusion, an x-ray of my back confirmed that the fusion did in fact take place, and my back was now stable! A few weeks after learning that the fusion had taken place, I opened my Bible and read the following passage…..a well-known one from Psalms, but it now has a special meaning to me after having that dream and being anointed with oil.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul. He guides me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Psalm 23
The very next day, I opened the Bible again to this verse, also in Psalms:
I will exalt you, O Lord, for you lifted me out of the depths and did not let my enemies gloat over me. O Lord my God, I called to you for help and you healed me. O Lord, you brought me up from the grave; you spared me from going down into the pit. Psalm 30:1-3
Clearly, God was directly involved in my healing, both emotionally and physically. He removed the damaging people from my life and brought new and wonderful people to me that have helped tremendously in my healing process. This truly was a miraculous healing! Put all your faith and trust in Him and He will always bring you through the deepest valleys of your life!
My father passed away on March 30, 2014. He had been suffering from lymphoma for 5 years and had been with hospice since January. We talked to him about going through another round of chemotherapy since he came out of remission in 2013, but he refused it. During his first round of chemo, he became extremely ill and ended up staying in the hospital for 9 full weeks. He contracted histoplasmosis and almost went into respiratory failure, and the cytomegalovirus that he contracted eventually took his sight in his right eye. Sarcomas started to appear all over his body, and this led to removal of half of his earlobe. By 2013, he had enough and decided that he didn’t want any more treatment. Our whole family agreed that this was his decision, and we decided to make the best of whatever time he had left. On the morning of March 30, my dad would not get out of bed, telling my mom “just a little while longer.” Finally at about 11:30 or so, my mom went in and told him he needed to get up so he could take his medication. She quickly realized something was very wrong, so she called hospice. He was breathing very quickly and heavily, and the hospice nurse told her that the end was near and to let all of the kids know so that we could prepare for the end. They began to give him morphine shots every hour to slow down his breathing. Hospice left the home, and since my mom was by herself at this point, she decided to call her sister, Mary. During the conversation, they prayed and asked God to “take him quickly” so he didn’t have to suffer. When my mom hung up the phone and returned to the bedroom to check on my dad, his eyes were wide open and staring intently at the corner of the room. My mom was surprised because he should have been asleep with all the morphine that had been given to him. Shocked, she said, “You’re awake!” She immediately noticed his big brown eyes, more beautiful than she had ever seen them. The blind eye looked as if it had been healed! My dad mumbled something without taking his eyes off the corner of the room, and then he laid back and peacefully passed away. A few months later at a bible study, a close friend of mine told me the story of her mom’s passing. She said that moments before her passing, she opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. Her eyes which had been affected by cataracts were big, blue and clear. It appeared as though her eyes had been healed, and without taking her eyes off the ceiling, she passed. In the movie, “Heaven Is For Real”, Colton talks about seeing his grandfather in heaven even though he never met him here on earth. When his father shows Colton an older picture of his grandfather, he doesn’t recognize him. But Colton does recognize his grandfather when his dad shows him a younger picture. So, in seeing the apparent healing in the eyes at the time of death, could we actually be witnessing the miracle of healing as these precious souls enter heaven and become young again? Did my mom, who spent 50 years of her life with this man, witness the miracle of healing as Jesus Christ came to take my dad with him to that wonderful place where there is no more pain and suffering? Did my mom get a glimpse into what heaven is like, not only for my dad but for all those who believe in God? On this father’s day, the first one without my dad, my answer to those questions is a resounding yes!