Prayer Partners

Would you become a prayer partner with me in Saint Gerard Majella Prolife Prayer Project? I had a a little seven year old neighbor named Mark who brought me back a license plate from a vacation that said Prayer Changes Things. Let's keep up that innocent faith of children and believe in this power. My apostolate is at a stage where it may be possible for me to work at it full time. Please become a follower and prayer partner today and invite others! Many of the features of the work are in the earlier posts and if you know of any parish or group that would like to benefit, please contact me. I can't wait to see where God will use me next!

Miscarriage

I lost a baby to miscarriage in 1995. In prayer, I felt the baby was a boy and I named him Joseph Anthony. I found a prayer which I am sharing below that helped me a lot. I hope it will also be of comfort for anyone who also lost a child to miscarriage. Please share this with others either from the blog or by ordering the cards from link. I did not get to baptize my child or have a burial option I guess because I was only 12 weeks along but this should not have made any difference. I would love to support any work any of you may want to do to promote these changes in hospitals. My apostolate is evolving and the projects are varied. Please pray for my work that doors may open to reach many in these various ways. Miscarriage Prayer by Mother M. Angelica My Lord, the baby is dead! Why, my Lord --dare I ask why? It will not hear the whisper of the wind or see the beauty of its parents' face --it will not see the beauty of Your creation or the flame of a sunrise. Why, my Lord? Why, My child -- do you ask "why?" Well, I will tell you why. You see, the child lives. Instead of the wind, he hears the sound on angels singing before My throne. Instead of the beauty that passes, he sees everlasting Beauty -- he sees My face. He was created and lived a short time so the image of his parents imprinted on his face may stand before Me as their personal intercessor. He knows secrets of heaven unknown to men on earth. he laughs with a special joy that only the innocent possess. My ways are not the ways of man. I create for My Kingdom that could not be filled by another. He was created for My joy and his parents' merits. He has never seen pain or sin. He has never felt hunger or pain. I breathed a soul and into a seed, made it grow and called it forth. I am humbled before You, my Lord, for questioning Your wisdom, goodness, and love. I speak as a fool -- forgive me. I acknowledge Your sovereign rights over life and death. I thank You for the life that began for so short a time to enjoy so long an Eternity. This can be obtained from Our Lady of the Angels Monastery, Birmingham, Alabama www.ewtn.com for a small donation.

you really matter to me

We did not see your face here on earth---- you did not get God's gift of birth---- Someone decided you should not be---- but someone cares about you - it's me---- So as you wait in the palm of His hand---- pray for all the others in our Godless land---- That there may soon come a day---- When we cherish new life and say---- God is love and He made each one---- for His special purpose under the sun.---- So hold on tight and you will see---- How much you really matter to me

A Little Bird Told Me

A Little Bird Told Me

By Sharon C. 2011-02-14 . About sixteen years ago, I sat in a waiting room under serious conditions. My painful path had led me closer to God in so many ways, but this particular sign from Him is one of the sweetest - to this day.

I agonized over the meeting I was to have and silently pleaded with God to show me what He wanted me to do. I looked up and saw a painting of red birds. I've always loved them but they really had no special significance to me. There was though, just a slight lightening of my spirit. The meeting brought about even more challenges regarding decisions I needed to make. A couple of days passed and in my ongoing trials, feeling overwhelmed, I saw a cardinal fly across my car windshield. It was a little nudge that seemed to show me that God knew my heart and wanted to brighten my way. Over those years, I actually didn't see many cardinals but when I did, it was at a particular time when hope was so needed. I liked to think that this was our special little sign. No words, just beauty, life, movement, and mostly hope. Those little red birds told me that I was important. Their presence told me that I was loved. They told me that God would never abandon me and that He would always show me a way. That way was also to include simple pleasures and even joy. I smile every time I see one and for many years now, have a birdfeeder right outside my kitchen window. I watch them everyday and truly enjoy the simple pleasure of their visits.

Well I guess today I am ready to share that special little sign that I felt was between God and me. The next time you see one, think of the magnitude that our Lord loves you. He gave everything to make it possible for us to be with Him eternally. He guides us and gives us gifts both large and small, every day. Enjoy the simple pleasures in life and each time you see one of these little red birds, smile and realize His love is even in the details!

One Million Rosaries

Please join me in participating in and encouraging others to participate in www.Saintmichaelthearchangelorganization.org. It is an international event to pledge praying the rosary to end abortion with the awesome goal of one million rosaries prayed in unity. You will be able to quickly pledge to pray. This year, the event is over three days in May. Check back frequently as they also do novena of masses for the intentions of saving children from abortion. These activities are easy to bring to the attention of your parish community, friends and family to not only be part of the group praying, but to gain so many graces for each other.
I have personally experienced miraculous answers to prayer by praying and meditating on the mysteries of the rosary. We CAN see miraculous intervention for countless unborn children.

I SAW A TRUCK TODAY

I SAW A TRUCK TODAY


First I heard the beeps; I turned my head and noticed a large white truck backing up into the parking lot. My attention was drawn to the maneuvering of the truck into the gates it was trying to fit between. Then I looked at the name on the truck and FROZE. You see, I was in front of the abortion clinic. My daughter, her friend and I had been there for several hours sidewalk counseling. We had been standing at a site that was the last line of defense for what I would estimate to be about 25 unborn babies. We were about to leave for the day when that truck pulled in. This truck broke my heart. It was from a medical waste company which was there to pick up the unwanted CHILDREN! I cannot express the despair I felt. I knew what was going on in there. I knew the different types of procedures used and how the children could feel the pain. I knew that there is even a market for body parts and tissues obtained from LEGALIZED abortions. My heart took over all information, and the only remaining feeling was one of complete despair. I went to my knees and quietly moaned, “no, no, no.” Then, again quietly, “My, Jesus, mercy!’
Sidewalk counseling is simply a presence in front of the abortion clinics in order to get an opportunity to speak to the woman for a moment. It is the hope of an opportunity to give hope to a woman who has none. It is an opportunity to save a baby from the horror of abortion and the child’s mother from psychological pain. These women drove in that site with a God given blessing of new life within them, and drove back out. I don’t think they were capable of thinking about how that child would be disposed of, or even for a moment, fathom the horror. The horror that the child endured, the horror of the disposal site, the horror they would probably endure for their entire lives. This is the horror I felt when I saw the truck.
I cannot stop abortion or be any more effective at sidewalk counseling. I can continue to try though, and it all begins and ends with God, just as each person’s life does. I turn to God and pray for the end of abortion and a renewal of the respect for human dignity at all stages.

Still holding tight to my rosary

I would like to share an idea I had a few months ago about praying the rosary. My daughter and her best friend were getting ready to start their first year in college. They have been best friends for several years and inseperable. My daughter would attend a local university, but Amber would be 5 hours away at her college. I trusted that things would work out fine but wanted a little assurance. I thought of asking each of them along with both of my daughter's friend's parents to pray the rosary for a month with me for the girl's futures (in school and in Christ). That made 5 people praying for the month: me, Dana, Amber, Laurie & Tom. The idea was for each of us, as we prayed our rosary each day, to pray one decade for one of the people and their intentions. That way, we would all be praying for four other people, their intentions and our own each day. It turned out to be such a blessing for me and I'm told it was for them too. It helped me to not skip a day which sometimes happens and to focus on others very intently and their needs. As I meditated on a mystery and knew it was, for example, for Dana, I could relate it to her life and offer special intentions that were personal and I know, very powerful. That month united us in a special way. At the end of the month, my hope was for us to attend mass together and go to lunch to discuss how God worked. Very busy lives and sicknesses got in the way of that plan, but my hope is that this little prayer partner idea will materialize to that level next time or for others. Also, since I mentioned this to others, they said they would like to be included in the next month's rosaries. If we invite 4 others to join us for a month, the plan could keep growing. THE ONLY THING I ASKED IS THAT WE REMEMBER TO PRAY TO END ABORTION. Of course, we prayed for conversions, the sick, the souls in purgatory, the homeless and unemployed, to end addictions, abuse, etc.
I think that this little idea that God put in mind for me is a good way to unify our prayers, show the power of the rosary, and give us something to hold on to. The rosary remains a very powerful tool that I hold tightly to every day, knowing it is a lifeline to hope, healing, and many blessings from God!
By the way, Dana and Amber are growing into their new environments but staying as close as ever. They are meeting new people and hopefully learning a lot as freshmen. Keep them in your prayers and ALL students. So many college students experience negative peer pressure and depression, they could use our prayers as well as even the little ones experiencing separation at preschool. We are ONE BODY IN CHRIST, so we pray always for each other!