Tea in Heaven☀️🙏🏻

Wonderful elderly lady accepted joyfully my powerful prayer after Holy Mass in this beautiful Church this morning (as did others) and what an enjoyable encounter ensued. Laughter, sadness and everything in between. Over tea and scones she told me that her dear son died some time ago and the very last words he uttered in this world were: ‘See you in Heaven Mom’. Oh how she cried.

Eighty years ago she met her future husband at a dance, his curly black hair and gorgeous set of teeth stealing her heart instantly. She, like myself, loves meeting folk, chance encounters, both of us wishing we could sit chattering, drinking tea for a far longer time. However, Mary was waiting on me back in the B&B.

Lady and I extremely grateful for precious moments gifted to us by God. She told me that every new encounter gifts her a new outlook, fresh eyes and strength to keep on keeping on.

Almost forgot! She took eleven powerful prayers for her grandchildren, not at all sure that they will pray it. I told her that a grandmother recently asked for seventeen for her grandchildren. Us grandparents have much to do while we still live in this wonderful world, thank God and we shall do it, by God’s glorious Grace.

Young Hungarian guy smoking his cigarette read my prayer aloud and smiling said: ‘This is lovely’. Young girl who told me more than once: ‘I really appreciate this’. Young girl who shared her Jesus experience one time, telling me she rarely speaks about it. Privileged me. Traffic warden who will put my prayer in his car even though he refused at first. Sad lady, utterly downcast who crossed my path a second time amazingly. (Hesitant, I missed my first chance. Wonderful Holy Spirit of second chances to my rescue and hers). Estonian lady wearing superb hat she herself knitted!

Huge need and desire for something good, true and beautiful, in this our day and time. Young folk in particular beyond shocked to be offered a prayer. Beyond thrilled too. 

Mary loves dancing, so that night I stayed home alone in our B&B, comatose in the cosiest of beds and softest of pillows. Long silent hours crammed with light and life. I have no other words!!

Firm friends, Mary and I, next to nothing in common but never a dull moment in our travels.

Journey home, we stopped to pray at the wake of a dear quiet reclusive man Mary once knew. No family of his own, neighbours and friends stood around his coffin respectfully lovingly. What a privilege for me, stranger in their midst, to be asked lead Holy Rosary. Seems my love for Holy Rosary is no secret. What a gift to my heart.

Sent by God on mission, sharing my powerful prayer, whenever, wherever, such delight in my life. Impromptu unforgettable encounters bouncing around in my heart until I put them in writing for posterity. Then, resting serenely, fading, never disappearing, each and every encounter part of the fabric of my being, forevermore. Indelible.

All of us will meet again of course, one day, I am sure of it. We will drink tea, chattering endlessly, eternally, in our Heavenly homeland above the clouds. What joy!

‘We will meet in Heaven, please God’. Parting words I love to use and words folk love to hear. 

‘You have made us for Yourself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they rest in You’. (St. Augustine)

‘You mind Mine and I will mind yours’. Comforting Holy Spirit words gifted to me in my sleep some time ago dance into my heart this morning, having written the above last evening. Beautiful confirmation to my heart. Our God will never be outdone in generosity and kindness. Not ever!

Just now on my way from Church, young guy took my prayer, looked at it and said: ‘Oh this is great. I have one at home’. Then sticking it in his pocket, he strolled away from me, smiling all the while. (Mind mine and I will mind yours).🙏🏻☀️