Quote for the Day: “The miracle is not that we do this work, but that we are happy to do it.”- Mother Teresa
Novena to St. Joseph - Second Day
O Glorious Saint Joseph
Whose power it isto render possible
things which are impossible,
come to my aid
in this present
difficulty and distress.
Take this impossible
and difficult affair
which I reccommend to you
under your special care
and protection
that it may have
a happy issue.
O Glorious Saint Joseph,
let it not be said
that I have
invoked you in vain.
Since you are so powerful
with Jesus and Mary
show that your goodness
equals your power.
Amen.
Miracle Monday! If you haven't had a chance to read the Pet Miracles that people sent in last week.. be sure to take a look. I love them! Each one is a real joy and pick me up! Monday Pet Miracles
http://calledbyjoy.blogspot.com/2007/03/miracle-monday-my-miracle-with-pet.html
Today's Monday Miracle Topic is "Angelic Rescue."
This could be any sharing in which you feel an angel may have played a role. You don't have to prove it to anyone but if you believe that an Angel was involved... I bet there was!
I am sure that I don't have even a slightest idea of how many times Angels have helped me but there was one time when I was about seventeen that I am very sure an angel was there.
At the time I was living at home and we had a long dirt road to get to our home - probably about the length of two or three city blocks. My older brother John was moving his house trailer temporarily to our acreage. It was a big trailer and so he had a big truck to pull it. I was doing one of those stupid things one always tells kids not to do, but of course I was seventeen and not a kid. I was so excited about this trailer move, that I was standing up on the back bumper of the truck pulling the trailer. There was proably about six feet between me and the huge two bedroom house trailer that was being hauled. I was doing great until the truck hit a bump and I was bounced off the truck! Somehow in the blink of an eye I managed to jump back up on the bumper before the trailer ran over me.
Now you might just call this an adrenlin rush and panic but at the same time I scrambled back on - I was filled with this amazing sense that this was not my time yet! I felt that my angel helped me to get back on that narrow little bumper and continue my ride to safety. My poor dad was watching at the time and I think he probably had heart failure and sent his angel to help me as well!
Please share your miracle stories too!
Blessings of Peace and All Good,
Sister Patricia and all the Sisters
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My granddaughter had a miracle, an angelic rescue. She was driving her pickup when hit broadside by another car. Her pickup rolled several times landing in the ditch. All the glass was broken out, the cab badly smashed. The glove compartment sprung open and everything flying around. She crawled out without even a scratch!
She had many angels surrounding her
to protect her!
I was going to reply as soon as I read your Joy Notes yesterday, Sister Patricia but it was not intended until later because not only do I have my personal, angelic rescue to relate but I spoke with a very dear friend from my teen years who now lives in Darwin and "out-of-the-blue" he began to tell his story about his own angelic rescue during a storm, so mine first and his second, here goes:
I used to go to the local church for prayer each morning in the days when one could still walk into an opened church before vandalisation became so rampant. This particular morning was rainy and as I stood on the kerb about to go over the pedestrian crossing (which I may add I used to skip across throwing keys or whatever-at-hand in the air) my feet became as concrete, as though someone had glued them to the kerb. In the instant this happened I was looking at the car which had just pulled up at the crossing and the lady was beckoning me over. I looked behind her and there was a man coming, looking up into the sky with a fixed expression, almost daze-like. He ran so hard into the lady's car as she just pulled up that the impact forced her car over the crossing. She managed to pull up a little further on and came running down to me so frightened and concerned. As she did so my feet loosened once more. She begged me never to go across the pedestrian crossing again but I did many times afterwards but always checked and still do, for the second oncoming vehicle behind the first.
My friend in Darwin used to love to go and stand and jump, rejoicing in the rainstorms up there. One particular time, he was doing so and he had felt this urging within to run away out of the storm very quickly. He did so and the instant he moved and jumped onto his verandah, lightning struck the place where he had been an instant before.
Margaret from Oz.
My daughter's husband is a New Orleans native. My daughter and her family had lived in New Orleans for some time. They had no intention of moving. All of a sudden My son-in-law decided he should move. He was able to find a very good engineering job here in California. They moved here.It took months for their house to sell, but finally all was completed. I like to think that my angel went out there to get them. What happened next? You guessed it. Hurricane Katrina hit with a vengence. Their former house was under water up to the roof. Who knows if they would have survived?
Oh Boy! I always tell my friends that I imagine my guardian angel with wild hair and totally frazzled from trying to keep me safe; I get into so many dangerous situations. So I'll share just one of the many "saves". In 1984, I owned a jewelry store with my mother and brother in San Diego, Ca. and we had just recently closed a second store in Tijuana, Mexico due to the devaluations of the peso. A friend from Tijuana who had a huge warehouse of Chinese articles was having a lunch with tour bus reps. at the warehouse and asked if I would go and make them all some Margaritas. This was on July 18. It was an infernally hot day. I went around 11 A.M. and when I got there my car engine was steaming hot. I never eat breakfast and I had refused to lunch with them because I wanted to get back to the store asap. But when I got to the car, the engine refused to cool down. We didn't dare try to open the radiator and were afraid of cracking it by pouring water. So, i waited and waited and the day got hotter and hotter. i checked the oil and found that it needed oil. Around 3 in the pm, I finally decided I had to risk driving the car as was and get to San Diego. ...but not before getting some oil. I went to three different gas stations until I finally found one with oil to sell and lost another hour. As I was headed for the border crossing, it was already four. I was starving, having had nothing to eat all day. Then it occurred to me that several friends from Tijuana had mentioned that they loved the hamburgers from the McDonalds in San Ysidro. From the inspection booth I could see the exit to San Ysidro. It would be quick; I would just drive through, pick up the food and eat on the way to San Diego. Then I thought about how worried my mom must be because I'd taken so long....and my car was still overheated. Still, it wouldn't take that much longer to just drive through McDonald's. I headed for the off ramp and at the last second I decided not to turn out of the freeway and drove straight to San Diego, 15 minutes away. When I opened the door to the store an announcer on the store radio said "we interrupt this program to bring you breaking news: there is a siege in the McDonald's in San Ysidro where a gunman is shooting people and keeping police at bay." (It was the "McDonald's Massacre" that took the lives of 21 people from 8 months to 74 years of age.) The rampage began at 4 o'clock in the afternoon. My knees began to shake and I knew I had swerved at the last minute from a sure death. My dear sweet angel must've been working so hard to divert me from my objective. Praise God for the wonderful gift that are our Guardian Angels. I love mine.
In 1993 my son was coming home one night on a windy city street in Vista, Ca. when he was involved in a car accident. He tried, with a broken ankle and wrist and multiple injuries, to wave down someone to help him. Finally a gentlemen stopped to see if he was okay. He told him to sit down he would get help. This gentleman asked him for his parents number. He gave me a call and asked me if I had a son and gave me his name. He also gave me the make of the car. He told me he had been in an accident and told me where to find him. He told me it was severe but that an ambulance was now approaching and he would wait with him til he was taken care of. When we arrived the ambulance and police were there but no gentleman. Noone had seen him. When we tried to trace the call to thank him through the medical team we were unable as there was no record of the call. We know it was an angel and thank him so much for being there to help him. The cross my son was wearing around his neck was lost but there was an imprint in his chest from the seat belt. Yes there are angels which watch over us all the time. Thank Goodness!
A few years ago I was going to the grocery store when a pickup truck ran a stop sign at a high rate of speed. I slammed on my brakes but knew there was no way to miss him. I saw the bed of the pickup right in front of me only a few inches away. I braced for the impact but the next thing I knew I was across the intersection and the pickup was down the road. I was shaken up but did not hit. I know my guardian angel was there with me as there was no way I could have managed to miss that truck. Thank You for Guardian Angels.
Okay, I lied. I'm going to share another "save", because the previous post jogged my memory. One day many many years ago, my mom was driving a station wagon and I was in the passenger seat. We were on the third lane of a freeway going some seventy miles per hour and some three car lengths behind a pickup. (Yeah, I know we were driving too close.) Suddenly this sheet of tri-ply wood that had been tied to the top of the truck cabin came loose from the strong Santa Ana winds and was coming straight to our windshield. With speeding cars on either lanes my mom was unable to swerve and yelled for me to duck. But I was frozen, with my eyes on the sheet of wood and within a couple of inches of our windshield the edge suddenly lifted and the sheet of wood went over our vehicle and landed on the freeway lane behind us. I felt that her angel and mine had personally lifted the wood and cleared our car and dropped it safely behind us.
When my daughter, Kate, was about 17 months old, she was toddling about our house one day. Our living room, dining room, and kitchen form a horse-shoe shape, with the living room and the kitchen at either end of the horse-shoe. I was sitting flat on the floor in my living room,with my legs straight out in front of me,and I was praying. It is important to know that, because of the shape, I could not see into the end of the kitchen. I was suddenly lifted, straight up, by hands FELT on my elbows, and set on my feet. Then I was compelled to move by a hand FELT on my back in the direction of the kitchen, around the middle of the horse-shoe shape.
As I came around the corner, I saw my daughter sitting at the entrance to the laundry room, which was off the kitchen. She had unscrewed the cap from a plastic container of liquid Clorox bleach which I had foolishly left on the floor in the entrance to the laundry, and was sitting there moving it to her mouth to drink. Needless to say, I got there before she ingested any Clorox.
God is so good, halleluia!
I enjoy reading your column -
and feel as if I know you. You are so down to earth, and human. I hope your Reconciliation book is doing well. Lent draws us nearer each day to our Resurrected Lord!
Praise and thanks to our God.All blessings to you.
Maddie in Baltimore
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