As I stroll along, engrossed in my own world, passing car grounds to a halt, window rolls down and a hand appears holding an ice cream. Wow!!
Thing is I had just witnessed something beyond beautiful, ethereal even, and so my gifted ice cream was literally the icing on the cake!!
Earlier, grateful to be invited to pray at the bedside of dear Bridget as she spent her final hours in this wonderful world. Before I began to pray Divine Mercy Chaplet, I told her family present, that which I say and know every time, that right now there is no roof in St. Anne’s and no floor in Heaven. All of us together in this sacred sacrosanct space.
As if hearing my words, dear Bridget opens her eyes wide, gazing intentionally up above. (Unthinkable that she would open her eyes at that stage). Clearly she could see what we clearly could not! Then, closing her eyes once more, her breathing slows right down and within seconds she passes peacefully to her eternal reward. All of us cried!! Her son who told me one time, utterly kindly, that while he ‘liked what I do (pray Holy Rosary with dear residents), most certainly it was not for him), was visibly moved and shaken.
Seeing his dear Mom in her final moments definitely granting him pause. Her final gift to him before taking her well earned leave. God is great all the time!!
Sublime gift to all of us present. Unforgettable!! Heaven exists!!
Back to that invaluable ice cream! Colette and her daughter having been food shopping were enjoying ice cream and noticing me walk along, decided to hand an ice cream out of the car window to me in the midst of traffic. Snap decision ! All part of the Master’s plan.
Uplifting Faith-filled tale of kindness, joy, love and all all that is good, gifted to our hearts from above!! Ain’t no High like the Most High!!
‘If you pray well, you will live well and if you live well, you will die well’. (St. Augustine)
Rain bucketing down, I encounter Eileen. Yes, she would like my flowers please and then, after a short pause, utters: ‘Last night I asked our Blessed Mother to please help me’ and now, this morning, She gifts me flowers. All is well’.
Our Mother Mary flowers never go astray. Many Thursdays, many stories. Like the distraught lady who had just been informed that her son’s marriage had broken down and so many more.
Loved African gentleman’s reply as I complimented his amazing tiling work in our Church. Throwing his arms up in praise: ‘Tis God doing’. Allelulia!!
The yield of doing what we are meant to be doing is sheer joy!
