God’s Amazing Grace☀️🙏🏻

                  ‘Lord to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life’. (John 6:68)

‘We often need simply good eyes, sensitive to a need for attention in a poor soul. The test is to realise that nothing more important matters than the person in front of us in that instant’. 

(Fr. Donald Haggersty)

I could hardly believe my eyes!! Upcoming visitation to my compact cottage not filling me with joy at all. In fact some trepidation as to how it might all pan out. Then, thanks be to God, above wisdom in this month’s Magnificat magazine quelled my fears, ferrying on its wings, much needed clarity and peace. Light from on-High.

After Holy Mass, tea with distraught poor lady from a land far away. Myriad concerns, tired and alone. Definitely when Jesus enters the mix everything changes!!

Young girl, tear filled eyes had lost her mother’s money, loose change from shopping. Yes, she could have approached anyone in the store but she chose me. Jesus again!

Distributing Holy Communion, guys enduring and living with mental health issues ask as they always do; ‘Will you sing for us Bridget?’. What a privilege. I sang ‘Don’t give up till it’s over’, by Johnny Duran rip. On my way home I planned on seeking out uplifting songs and have them at the ready for my guys. Magnificat again! Perfect hymn!! My own melody. Always my hymns must have have meaningful words and catchy melodies. Warms our hearts and lifts our spirits.

Visiting with a dear man recuperating from surgery in another place and as we parted I told him; ‘I will call again next week please God, to which he replies; ‘Thanks for the warning!’.

Laughter, best medicine of all.

‘Dear Jesus, I know that intimacy with You brings us to the fullness of peace and love and that if I enter thus into Your heart, You shall freely enter into my heart. I need You to fulfil my mission, to carry my cross, and to keep myself in peace throughout the trials and difficulties of my life’. (Blessed Concepcion)

                                                                     Magnificat hymn!!❤️

Don’t worry. Be happy☀️🙏🏻

This afternoon, Jim touches down on my kitchen window sill, hail and hearty, looking stunning. What a transformation!

He had not been looking well recently. Scarily sore eye, bone weary, not in a good place at all. Obviously needing care and attention but Jim doesn’t hang around, mostly he eats and goes. That he drops by at all makes me feel truly blessed. For the longest time, frantic with nerves, Jim absconded whenever I dared move in his direction. Nowadays trusting totally, he knows he’s on solid ground. 

Jim trusts God too, he knows he is always in the care of his Heavenly Father. Jim relies totally on God’s Grace. I know it too but oh how easily I forget. Thank you Jim for reminding me……

‘Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or stow away in barns, and yet your Heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much mor valuable than they? Can anyone of you by worrying add a single hour to your life’? (Matthew6:26)

 

Walking with Jesus☀️🙏🏻

                                         Mom, Eric and Katy. God rest their gentle souls❤️🙏🏻
Dear lady deep in Alzheimer’s, gloriously enveloped in the Gladsome Light of Christ, translucent. Prayerful lady her long life through. Today, cozy in her reclining chair, I lean over to place Holy Eucharist on her tongue but before I could, opening her tired eyes she gently asks me; ‘Are you Mary Walsh?’. ‘Yes’, I reply, shocked. ‘Mary Walsh was my mother’. ‘You look so like her’, she utters, adding, ‘How did I just say that?’, herself pleasantly surprised too. I could have cried!! My dear Mom passed on to her eternal reward almost thirty years ago. Nora rarely speaks. Moment of transcendence, beauty and peace.

Today too I got to share a few words and my powerful prayer with one heartbroken grandad. After that, wonderful prayerful encounter with sad lady whose husband is in prison and will be in that place for a long time. Walking with Jesus because He knows the way!!

Strolling home, thanking God, carrying my loaf of ‘Sullivan’s’ bread (comfort food) when a guy I know well (his name is Sullivan) stops his car just to inform me that I was holding a ‘Sullivan’ in my arms so all is very well.

My reply; ‘Made it Ma. Top of the world!’

Laughter badly needed!! Always there is joy.

‘At each step we can admire the grandeur, the power, the goodness of God. How bountifully He provides for all our wants - I would even say for our pleasures!’. (St. Theodore Guerin)

St. Faustina’s Feast day☀️🙏🏻

I saw my beautiful Katy in my dreams last night, shiny black hair, wearing a red coat. Red was always Katy’s favourite colour! Transfixed, I gazed for a while as she walked gently along the side of a hill we both loved as children. Then, excitedly, I picked up my cellphone to photograph her. However, I just couldn’t do it. My camera just would not comply. Then I said to someone close by; ‘’Oh, she cannot be photographed where she is now’.

What a gift to my heart this morning as I awoke.

Thing is, twenty three years ago today, my boys and I arrived in this place, lock stock and barrel. Out of our comfort zone for sure. Without Katy and her husband Donal’s wonderful minding and caring of us in those windswept worrisome days, our suffering would have been far greater. God rest their kind gentle souls.

Katy came to me in the early hours of St. Faustina’s Feast day. We came here twenty three years ago on St. Faustina’s Feast day. Katy loved St. Faustina. We would pray together the powerful ‘Chaplet of Divine Mercy’. 

 Inseparable in life, inseparable in death. Together forever, my beautiful Katy and me.

‘I will daily repeat the following prayer which You Yourself have taught me, Jesus:

“O Blood and Water which gushed forth from the Heart of Jesus as a Fount of Mercy for us, I trust in You. Jesus I trust in You. Jesus us I trust in You”. (St. Faustina)

‘I desire to unite Myself with human souls; My great delight is to unite myself with souls. 

Know, My daughter, that when I come to a human heart in Holy Communion, My hands are full of all kinds of Graces which I want to give to the soul but souls do not pay any attention to Me;

 they leave Me to Myself and busy themselves with other things. 

Oh, how sad I am that souls do not recognise Love! They treat me as a dead object’. 

(Jesus to St. Faustina)

I love this!

The Unutterable Beauty

I’m a man and man’s a mixture. Right from his birth there’s part of him comes from Heaven and part of him comes from earth. 

There’s summit that draws him upward and summit that drags him down. 

The consequence is he wobbles twixt muck and a golden crown. (Woodbine Wille 1883-1929)