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

Chant of the Templars - Salve Regina

What a powerful song! The other times when I was listening to "Ave Maria" by the Gregorian, I was nearly on the verge of falling off the chair during the whole period! But this song moved my heart to tears. I wish I could have better hearing sense. 

Who is Jesus to you?

Dear Lord, thank you for a gift of life and making me a child of Yours. Amen.


"Before prayer, endeavor to realize whose Presence you are approaching, and to whom you are about to speak. We can never fully understand how we ought to behave towards God, before whom the angles tremble." ~ Saint Teresa of Avila

I remember that a friend of mine, the priest said, "We can forget easily... We can't feel being the saints because we forget our callings." Little wonder, I felt something missing in my journey as I found my spirit being dehydrated. Although I frequent the communication with God, my relationship with God does not appear in my mind. I forgot that I am the child of God, and I am calling to be vulnerable rather than to be in the control. I used to be so proud of my sufferings with my Cross but now I gave off the pessimistic aura, according to the friends of mine. Now, I begin to understand the meaning of dynamic relationship with God and see that the spiritual journey is getting more and more fun-filled meaningful experience. Time to hibernate and reflect. I should be grateful for this cloudy sensation as Mother Teresa of Calcutta said, "The best way to show my gratitude to God is to accept everything, even my problems, with joy." Now, who is Jesus to us?

"But a soul that does not live by the love of God suffers in a different way. It is not happy because it does not correspond generously enough to divine love; it hears a call and feels an attraction to which it does not respond. God punishes it by preventing it from being at peace in the quiet of laziness which it creates for itself. How many times is God sent away in this manner!" ~ St. Peter Emyard

Shalom!

This reminds me of a quote of Saint Augustine of Hippo: "The purpose of all wars is peace."

How true is it!

Dark night of my soul?

"Why are you so sad, O my soul? Why have you become troubled within me? Hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my help and my God." (Psalm 42:11)