Experience the power of confession and experience the healing power and presence of Jesus. Mending our broken hearts that have left us completely detached from our soul. And yet God in his powerful love heals us from deep within. Some hurts are just too difficult to overcome on their own. That is why we need God. We need faith. We need holy scripture to teach us "The Way"! I was lost until I was found in the loving company of my Lord, in tears, on my knees, praying at the altar of St. Andrew's Catholic Church, a light bulb went off and captured my attention, it was then I had been reminded to deny all darkness and come and walk into the light which was and still is Christ! All thanks forever be to God! The pain of sin especially of our youth, when we are too young to handle situations that were done to us, by others, we suffered, carrying the baggage alone, yet I have to believe the prayers of all my ancestors were not in vain. Every single one of them have brought me to this very moment of understanding the power of God living in everyone he has ever created. This brings across to me the point very clearly how every relationship must be second after God. For He must be the most important relationship we encounter, first. Because it is there, with God, we get to be real about our self, our inability to be more than who we are. Sometimes I think I was meant to suffer all these years because Christ suffered for me and you and the world, on the cross, to save us from ourselves. And although I didn't quite look at it as clearly as that, I wasn't meant to prosper like everyone else, but I was meant to prosper in the silence, in the prayers, in the service of quietude in loving and serving my brothers and sisters. When I had decided to open, for the first time, the Duay Reims bible given to me by my mother, (given to her by her mom and dad), it was then, that I began a true encounter with my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, (while caring for a 90 year old woman from England). I was a late bloomer, twenty eight years old, leaving home for the first time, while most left home at the age of 18 to pursue college, I had cut another path of my own. Never desiring to follow, but lead by trusting the still small voice that became my guide, all throughout my lifetime. It took decades to understand my nature, my gifts, my short comings, and the great depth of love our Lord placed inside of my heart. I was different than everyone else I knew. Because I was taken for granted, laughed at, and not taken seriously and that made me become ultra sensitive. And I could feel the pain of others. A charism I still carry within me. God gave me a love so deep, and it was and still is genuine, beautiful, and greatly misunderstood. I can recall being asked, why are you so happy? Can you imagine that being bothersome to another human being? Sadly but truly that did happen. One day God and I will have our chat together when he comes for my soul, and I pray it will be good enough to keep, he will then explain why certain things happened to me the way that they did. But today, I sense the power of God moving much more freely and actively as I keep Him first. My eyes are set upon Him, every thought, every prayer, every action is for HIM. Keeping my eyes on Him, he allows me to see his face, and his mothers face and all the faces of the saints that I have ever prayed to. At every mass and every Eucharistic feast Christ offers me the greatest gift, honor, and privilege, of knowing Him, and sharing HIM with you. At the consecration I can feel my left hand being squeezed ever so tight. I am not sure what that means but trust my heavenly Father and my late father are both holding me close.
