Another miracle into my memory

New image of Most Sacred Heart of Jesus

O Blood and Water, which gushed forth from 

the Heart of Jesus as a foundation of Mercy 

for us, I trust in You.

I was asked to repair this once worn-out statue by a president of my community a few months ago. By then, my determination was formed to give it a new image. However, as the time went by, I found myself in despair and anxiety as I did not have sufficient paints, and money to buy new paints. I was disappointed for not being able to do something about it, but unloaded all my heart, mind and strength unto my prayer. Yet, my memory of the statue began to fade gradually.

Recently, I was given a new project by my employer to work on. Unexpectedly, the much leftover paints were put on my hands for my own use after the completion of the project. I had countless wild thoughts running in my mind as I was tempted to paint my own wall mural at home. As I was completing the last part of work last Monday, suddenly I found myself wanting to collect the statue and bring it home for the repair, which I had never thought for a while. Perhaps it was my guardian angel reminding me. When I read the Psalms 138: "The day I called for help, You heard me and You increased my strength. (v.3) Though I live surrounded by trouble, You keep me alive - to my enemies' fury! You stretch Your Hand out and save me, Your Right Hand (v.7) will do everything for me. Yahweh, Your Love is everlasting, do not abandon us whom You have made. (v.8)", I got the feeling of deja vu! I found myself an indescribable joy as I recognized that God really heard me and answered my little prayer. I also noticed the profound comfort I had, as if all my worries disappeared, while carrying the statue to home.

The moment I hit the home, I gave a good scrubbing to the statue. While it was drying in my room, my whole body gave in to an exhaustion and carried itself to bed after settling everything. I could not remember whether it was a dream or a real experience, as I found myself getting up during the dark vision. There was an unexplainable feeling clinging to me while I was making way for the door. It seemingly came from the statue. When I turned around to check on the statue, my heart skipped a beat. I saw a spirit of the Lord emerging from the statue and was frozen in my track, which I believed to be the holy fear. But I managed to keep cool and exit the room. I could not remember what happened afterwards. But I regret for not kneeling before the vision of the Lord. I desired to possess that fear again. Oh, my holy guardian angel, teach me how to fear the Lord like you always do, so that I can keep on revering the Lord all the time, for my heart and mind are so small that I forget very easily.

At the moment of the night, I spent all my energy to repair the whole statue as I was reflecting on all the manifested divine interventions I had seen in my life. I realized that God made me a living testimony that He is good all the time as Mother Teresa of Calcutta taught me that the best way to show our gratitude to God was to accept everything, even our problems, with joy. Quoting Job in Old Testament, if we could accept good things from God, why could we not accept the adversity? Saint Augustine of Hippo convinced me by saying, "We ought to be persuaded that what God refused to our prayer, He grants to our salvation."

"Almost all of us love according to our own taste; very few of us know how to love according to the will of God." - Saint Francis de Sales