I cam across the words of Our Lady of Guadalupe to St Juan Diego on the fourth Apparition last night on Face Book and was so touched. https://sspx.org/en/i-am-your-mother-lady-of-guadalupe Fourth apparition; December 12 Hear me and understand well, my little son, that nothing should frighten or grieve you. Let not your heart be disturbed. Do not fear that sickness, nor any other sickness or anguish. Am I not here, who is your Mother? Are you not under my protection? Am I not your health? Are you not happily within my fold? What else do you wish? Do not grieve nor be disturbed by anything. Do not be afflicted by the illness of your uncle, who will not die now of it. Be assured that he is now cured. Climb, my dear son, to the top of the hill; there where you saw me and I gave you orders, you will find different flowers. Cut them, gather them, assemble them, then come and bring them before my presence. My dear little son, this diversity of roses is the proof and the sign which you will take to the bishop. You will tell him in my name that he will see in them my wish and that he will have to comply to it. You are my ambassador, most worthy of all confidence. Rigorously I command you that only before the presence of the bishop will you unfold your mantle and disclose what you are carrying. You will relate all and well; you will tell that I ordered you to climb to the hilltop, to go and cut flowers; and all that you saw and admired, so you can induce the prelate to give his support, with the aim that a temple be built and erected as I have asked.”
I thought at once that these words applied to all her children and that they applied to me too! My heart was struck with joy. My eyes were drawn to heaven and I saw Our Lady high above nod firmly at the thought came into my mind. They did apply to me. She was there she truly cared. Then I thought of someone I have been praying for for the longest time and thought when I had her attention to pray for him. She threw her head back and laughed waving her hands in the air in a sign of negation as though indicating she had heard my many , many prayers, that they had all been heard and that I should stop torturing her. I reminded her of what her Son had said about intercessory prayer and never to give up asking. She gave me a little Knowing smile as though to say. 'Oh well if my Son said it!' Then she left and I knew my prayers were heard for the poor guy. The thought went through my mind that streets were she walk are turned into fields of flowers. Her footprints are pure spun gold. Luke 18:1-8 The Parable of the Persistent Widow 18 Then Jesus told his disciples a parable to show them that they should always pray and not give up. 2 He said: “In a certain town there was a judge who neither feared God nor cared what people thought. 3 And there was a widow in that town who kept coming to him with the plea, ‘Grant me justice against my adversary.’ 4 “For some time he refused. But finally he said to himself, ‘Even though I don’t fear God or care what people think, 5 yet because this widow keeps bothering me, I will see that she gets justice, so that she won’t eventually come and attack me!’” 6 And the Lord said, “Listen to what the unjust judge says. 7 And will not God bring about justice for his chosen ones, who cry out to him day and night? Will he keep putting them off? 8 I tell you, he will see that they get justice, and quickly. However, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?”
I LOVE this quote from our Blessed Mother! This reminds me of something that happened in prayer once to me. I was praying and listing alllll the people I pray for and got exasperated at how long it took me to get through my intentions and yelled out-O lord you've got my list right? Suddenly I was before the throne of God, who was a being of light and it seemed fire. I could see hands with a list and I followed the list down through the heavens and then the stars down to earth and there was itty bitty me at the end of the list, babbling my list off to God. Boy did it hit me like a load of bricks, YES GOD HAS MY LIST.
I love this Sam. Powerful. Thats like my list! Especially my list of souls in purgatory. Sometimes at night I am so tired I don't do every name. I just sort of group them. And then I feel bad. Its good to know God has my list!!!!
I believe Our Lady told St Diego at Guadalupe the same thing she told St Bernadette at Lourdes and other visionaries that she choose them to visit because they were the least of the village. The lowest of the low. This reminds me of the Prophets of the Old Testament who told the Hebrews that God Chose them because they were the least of all the peoples. God choosing the least that His own Greatness might be manifest. I think Sam sometimes good gives us booster shots as He did to you. He picks us up and gives us a great big hug to help us along the way. What's not to like in a Great Big Hug? The sad thing is a lot of people get these hugs and just don't see them. I was watching an episode of the West Wing the other night. President Bartlett was faced with the execution of a prisoner and did not give a pardon. Anyway he has his local Parish Priest in to give advice. President Bartlett gets angry at God for not answering his prayers for help in what to do. Then the Parish Priest tells a story. There was a great flood in a town one time and a man was on the roof of his house praying for God to rescue him. A helicopter comes along and offers to winch him up. He refuses saying God will rescue him. Then a boat comes along and they offer to give him a lift in the boat. The guy refuses saying God will rescue him. Finally the waters rise and the guy dies and goes to heaven. He is angry at God and asks Him why he did not rescue him? To which God replies, ' I sent you a helicopter and a boat; what else did you want?'
Thank God at this present time to have Great Devotion to the Blessed Virgin Mary. I recall when I was young wandering the World and often into places of Great Danger and my heart often turning to Ireland , my mother and home. This was the greatest comfort to know no matter what the dangers or stresses I would always , always have a place to call my own, a place to lay my head...a home to go to. So it is in our own terrible, terrible times, especially in our Poor Mother the Church..whom heretics High and Low are raping before our very eyes... I know I have a home to go to, a place to lay my hear..in The Immaculate Heart of Mary.
