New York at home🇺🇸

On my way from St. Anne’s Holy Rosary I stopped to chat with Bill. ‘Did you enjoy New York’, he asked. I told him we had a wonderful time. ‘Time with my boys is always enjoyable, whether home or away, but yes indeed New York was amazingly beautiful in so many ways’. When we are happy at home with our loved ones, chances are we will be happy everywhere!

‘Just thinking Bill’, I added. ‘If folk realised how beautiful it is to sit with St. Anne’s folk in prayer, people who have walked the walk. Sitting in their midst while the healing power of Jesus Christ shines through their brokenness onto mine. What a gift to my patched-up heart. 

Some call out a whole decade, some simply pray one Hail Mary. One lady, completely deaf, prays the sign of the Cross over herself as we all join in. Honestly, she is drawing a cozy blanket around all of us straight from Heaven above.’

Bridie, blind, deaf and now Alzheimer’s too, prays St. Teresa of Avila’s beautiful prayer aloud, profoundly meaning every word. She does not know how much we love and need to hear her pray for us all but one day in Heaven she will know it all.

Oftentimes I say that if our town folk would come and see for themselves the beauty and majesty of our St. Anne’s Holy Rosary group, staff thereafter would not cope with the crowds. Best kept secret in town. Best gig around!

Every day I emerge from our time of prayer a little more exhilarated, tad more healed’.

Bill stood in silence, deep in thought.’I guess that is the real New York’, I said, pointing to beautiful St. Anne’s Nursing Home, full of light and life.

‘Yes indeed. We have New York at home’, he added, smiling sweetly.

                                                                     🇺🇸 New York squirrel.

Happy together ❤️

                                                                               Bridie’s 🙏🏻