my shoulder, looked me in the eyes and told me “continue
praying, Papa will answer your prayers” and she smiled at
me. I was speechless, fighting back tears I just said “thank
you” and Sister left. As usual I left church and rode to across
the street from my son’s apartment and prayed, I was still in
shock from sister’s comment. That afternoon I walked the
lakes at LSU as I often did and I realized things between my
son and I would be ok, I felt a huge weight lifted and I was
happy.
I shared this story with a best friend who immediately
told me it had to be Sister Dulce (he had been to her while
he was dealing with cancer). I still had no contact from my
son, I continued to pray and to call, e-mail and write, but I
knew things would be ok, I replayed Sister’s comment to me
over and over in my head.
On May 20, 2009 I got an e-mail from my son. I
sat looking at it without opening it, excited but scared. I
prayed, then opened up a long, amazing e-mail, telling me
that he realized in the fall of 2008 (approximately the same
time Sister began sitting behind me in church) he had made
a mistake and had no reason to be upset with me but after so
long he did not know how to make it right. He apologized
in the e-mail and begged me to forgive him and asked if we
could meet the next day. We met the next day, we hugged
for a long time then he started to apologize, I told him no
apology was necessary, yesterday was the past, we have today
and our future.
That was the new beginning of our relationship that has
been unbelievably good ever since. I truly believe Sister was
there to give me a message of faith and a push to pray harder
when I needed it. I will be eternally grateful to her for the
rest of my life.
Thank you Sister, I love you and appreciate all God’s
good work you do for so many people.
Darrel
…
this is about my plan for you
In January, 2005, my husband died in an airplane
crash. For the first time in my life, I was facing something
so terrible, so huge that I couldn’t get around it or over
it. I was devastated, the children were devastated and I
was beyond even helping them deal with their grief. I had
to call friends to help with the worst of the details and I
prayed – prayed hard. The one thing I knew for certain was
that Tom was with God. That message came through loud
and clear because a peace came upon me that stayed with
me even through the terrible grief. During the first two
weeks, I talked a lot with God; and during that time, like
Sister tells us, I heard a voice within me say “This was not all
about My plan for Tom; this is about My plan for you, too.”
That sank in--I heard that and carried that with me, and
although my grieving was not done for a long time, I had a
“
seed” of a different perspective. A couple of months after
that, I met Sister through friends (and God’s hand) and that
same night I found myself in one of her classes. I have been
working and studying with her for eight years now. God
really did have a plan for me and it is a far cry from what I
ever envisioned for myself. I know it is still unfolding and I
have to pray for the grace and strength to continue to follow.
And, it’s a lot better than the plan I had!
Donna Mayeux
No! It’s a God thing! Believe!
In December of 1998, my sister in law was driving us
back from a Christmas luncheon with our bible study group.
A young girl pulled out in front of us before we could stop,
we hit her & then ended in a ditch inches from hitting a
telephone post. The good Lord was watching out for us.
No one was seriously hurt, but I thought my right arm
was broken. I was in the front passenger side. I went to the
hospital & X-rays showed no broken bones.
A few weeks later started having shaking in my arm
along with severe pain. Went to the doctor & was told
probably nerve damage. Went to neurologist & was told
probably just familial more than likely. Told him I didn’t
have this at all before accident nor the pain. Put me on meds
&
sent me to pain doctor which none of this helped. I ended
up quitting it all & living with it.
This shake I had was VERY noticeable. If I raised my
arm at shoulder level or higher it would shake worse &
definitely hurt more. So I started using my left hand to eat,
paint (which I did a lot of ) & trying to write with. Let me
tell you, eating with my right hand was not a pretty sight. I
couldn’t keep anything on a fork or spoon.
One of my good friends told me about a nun at St.
Agnes that was doing miracles. She & her daughter were
going that December of 2003 and she would let me know
how it went. Well to say the least she called me the minute
they left from there giving me the phone number to call
right that minute. So I did. I got an appointment that
February of 2004.
As I write this I have tears. It makes a very humble
person out of me every time I tell this. So.......My good
friend that told me about Sister came with me that day.
When it was my turn it was just Sister Dulce & myself.
We talked a little bit and she asked what I was in to see her
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