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)