Lately I have been missing out on the joy of life due to my lack of faith in Jesus. It is a hard thing to admit since He has shown me His great love and faithfulness many times over. I have been a bit angry at some of the things that have taken place in the Church, forgetting my own imperfections and listening to the opinion of others and their misconceptions about the Catholic Faith.
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The whole time I have been saying my routine prayers and sort of going through the motions and finally asking Jesus if He could once again prove himself to me. I know that sounds so horrible but that is the place I have been these past couple of weeks.
It hasn't been a very bright place for me. The kids have been sick and I have been trying to re-establish a relationship with my oldest son. There has been spiritual battle raging but as always God is The Victor. He worked a miracle in my life yesterday!
Sweet lil' baby boy had become quite sick so off to the doctor we went. He had a rash of tiny prickly red dots and the doctor diagnosed it as petechiae. She wanted blood work done, STAT, because it can be associated with Lukemia. Children with Down Syndrome are more prone to getting it.
As you can imagine, I was worried. I tried to pray the Divine Mercy in the office but I just couldn't get it together. On the drive to the hospital to get the blood, I called my good friend and asked her to pray. She said she already did that she was inspired to pray at 9:45, the very time we were on our way to the doctors. The prayer she said was the Divine Mercy. Heaven had us covered.
At the very moment she was telling me this I spotted our parish priest in the hospital parking lot. My heart began to swell and I knew Jesus had sent him there. I pulled up to him and beeped the horn as he was about to get in his car to leave. I told him about the possibility of the Lukemia and without hesitation he asked me if I wanted him to give Malcolm the Anointing of the Sick.
We walked into the hospital and sat down in the lobby where he gave Malcolm the sacrament, crossed his forehead with the oil and we prayed the Our Father together. I began to cry and felt as if I had a healing, too. I had such peace and knew once again my faith had been restored. I had been searching for answers to questions and I should know better. Jesus doesn't make it that difficult for us to know Him. I am humbled once again by God's love and humility.
Two hours later the tests results came back negative for Lukemia, Malcolm has a case of Bronchiolitis but has recieved the best care and treatment from his doctor and is already on the road to recovery. I am sure all is well due to the awesomeness of the Sacrament of the Sick.
The Catholic Church has many wonderful signs of God's love to offer and there are many members who do wonderful acts of charity and service. There are also many priests who sacrifice their time and lives for the care of others. I am so thankful to Jesus for giving me His mercy through them. Next one will be confession!
