Encounter With The Virgin

This encounter started sometime back, I will begin there.  

For some time after my husband's death, I had been not living a good life.  I was breaking a commandment pretty regularly.  It wasn't I was mad at God for my husband's death, it was because of the intensity of the pain I was suffering because of grief.   In truth, it hurt worse to go to Church than it did to sin.  

I knew better, I had already had the Vision of the Eucharist, so I knew the truth, and I would say to myself, "What are you doing! You know better!!" 

After three years, when my heart had healed sufficiently, it was time to come home.

Mother calls.  

I'm driving to work and I hear her sweet voice in my ear.  

"Pray me a Rosary."  

I thought, "A whole Rosary?" (There was a time when just one Rosary would have not been enough for me, now it was unthinkable!) 

"Just give me a decade." 

Remembering all that her Son had done for me, I thought, "Ok, I can do that."  

I pray the decade, which led to two decades, which led to the Rosary every day.  

It is true, if you pray the Rosary, you cannot stay in sin, you will either give up the Rosary or the sin.  

I gave up the sin, and I came home.  

I started going to Our Lady of Perpetual Help Church.  The first Holy Mass I ran out of, because my sin was very much on me, and the demons did not want me there, and they made sure I was in pain.  But I went to confession, and did my penance, and then starting praying in front of the Blessed Sacrament again.  At first I would go across the river to St. Martin de Tours after Holy Mass on Sunday and pray there, but then one day I asked Father Eric Augentein if I could stay after Mass and pray and he said yes!! (Thank you Father!!) 

I appreciated him letting me stay and pray because I didn't have to cross the bridge, but there was an added benefit, I was alone with HIM!! 

My heart was heavy, because as I was falling back in love with Him, I knew deep in my heart that I could never be what I most wanted.  I could never be a bride of Christ.  Not because it was not possible, but because of my past.  If I could not be faithful in little things, and because of my sin, I didn't think I could ever be faithful to Him in large things.  

My heart was so sad because I loved Him so much, and wanted to be His, but thought I never could be, ever.  

Mother has a way fixing things.  

What I saw was totally unexpected.  I had resolved that I would never have my wish to be a bride of Christ and resolved to go on with my life.  I NEVER TOLD ANYONE OF MY DESIRE.  I kept it in my heart only.  

After about a year of being "home", I was in Our Lady of Perpetual Help Church by myself praying the Rosary.  I am adoring the Holy Eucharist in the Tabernacle, when I see in my mind Our Lady of Fatima standing before me.  She was wearing the white with the gold trim and she was smiling at me.  As this was only in my mind, I thought it was my imagination.  (I have a great devotion to Our Lady of Fatima) I began to think of something else, a Math equation, to make it go away. (That always works!)   It didn't go away.  I found I had no control over what I was seeing in my mind.  And it was like the Blessed Virgin knew what I was doing to make the vision of her go away, because she smiled at me like any Mother who says, "I know what you are doing."

Then in the vision in my mind, The Blessed Virgin approached me where I was kneeling in my pew and took a white cloth and placed it on my head and with her two small hands smoothed it down on either side of my head. 

Then she was gone.  

I began to cry.  She was letting me know that she accepted me as a potential Bride of Christ.  What I thought was IMPOSSIBLE, she made possible.  

Vision of Eucharist (Part I)

It's time.

This is what I saw.  The words underneath the vision of the Eucharist is what I heard.  A man's voice, gentle, but with authority to it that you did not question.

Now the history.

I was baptized a Catholic as an infant.  Although I went to Catholic School, I never did get my first communion or my confirmation.  (There were problems at home).  We had school Mass every Friday morning.  We didn't have a "blessing", if you hadn't had your first communion, you just sat there and watched everyone else go.  This was torture.  

After Catholic School, I would still go to Holy Mass, at St. Michael the Archangel Church, but I would never take Holy Communion.  Again, I would just sit there.  I can't tell you how bad I wanted to take Holy Communion.  I KNEW it was Jesus, and as a result I was also terrified of it also.  Although I saw other people take the Blessed Sacrament, I  got to a point that I gave up ever being able to receive Holy Communion.  I can't tell you how much I would hunger for what I thought I would NEVER HAVE.  

I still prayed the Rosary.  Marriage, years went by.  

One night I had a dream.  In the dream I went into a beautiful church, and when I walked in there was red carpet and pews to the left.  To the right was the Altar in this Church and the Holy Eucharist was hanging over the Altar.  The Eucharist was as BRIGHT AS THE SUN!!  Before the Altar, was a one person kneeler.  (Like the one below - red cloth and everything!) The only difference was the kneeler in my dream didn't have the top part where you place your elbows when you pray. 

I knew Jesus was standing next to me, to my right.  I wasn't permitted to turn and look at Him.  I heard Him say in my dream, "Kneel and receive Communion." 

I said to him, "But Lord, there is no Altar for me to kneel on." (I meant the top was gone from the kneeler).  

The Lord said to me, "I will become the Altar." And He laid across the posts and became the wood and the cloth and I knelt and received Holy Communion.  

When I woke up, I knew what I had to do, I knew He was calling me to get my First Communion.   But how? I didn't know there was anything like RCIA.  I loved the Priest at St. Michael the Archangel, but he had such a deep voice he kind of scared me.  I thought I would find another Catholic Church to get my Communion from.  I called St. Martha's Catholic Church and their RCIA was starting in a few weeks. (Go figure!) 

I had never been to St Martha's, never stepped in the door.  I signed up for RCIA and started going there for instruction.   The first time I stepped into the Sanctuary at St Martha's, my breath was taken away, and i cried.

It was the EXACT same Church as in my dream.

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More of this story coming in (Part 2).