My Mom & Birthday Gifts
Here is my beautiful mother, Antoinette! Yes, it is a very “young” image of her mainly because she really didn’t live too long on this earth, dying at the age of 40 from breast cancer that had spread to her pancreas.
I only knew her a short 10 years but in those 10 years, she taught me how to love Jesus and how to love His mother. She gave me a great love for the rosary and died with my “red Confirmation beads” around her neck. They would be my lasting treasure and road map to follow her and the way to the eternal.
These red crystal rosary beads would actually make their own trip to Medugorje without me! A dear friend of mine insisted on taking them with her on pilgrimage. I was hesitant about parting with them but gave them to her for the trip. When Ronnie returned, she rang my doorbell, standing on the porch with the beads around her neck glistening golden in the sun. I will never forget that moment. My mom seemed to be speaking to me from Heaven. And she would continue to speak to me, giving gifts as well.
I don’t know when it began, but I do remember the day clearly. It was January 28th, my mother’s birthday. I was thinking, “wouldn’t it be nice if Mom would send me a gift!” I found myself that day shopping in a local department store and as I passed some pictures in a bin, I noticed one image with large letters calling out to me! Could it be? Indeed! There it was, spelled out clearly. . . “Antoinette” which is not a common name at all! And so a tradition began. Every year, I would wait patiently in expectation to receive some kind of gift from my mother in Heaven.
A Birthday Party and a Surprise Gift
On First Saturday, September 7th, a group of us came together to pray, comfort, love and make reparation to the Immaculate Heart of Mary as we usually do each month. It was “Mama Mary’s” birthday the very next day on Sunday, September 8th so we planned a little birthday party for her, complete with cake and candles as you can see!
It was a beautiful celebration of joy and fellowship with one another and the Mother of God. We went from a “holy hour” to a “happy hour!”
We found ourselves being called back into the living room to pray another rosary, to reflect on some meditations and to share our innermost thoughts of the day and that of our lives.
The celebrating, chatting and prayers went on into the night and lasted until 12:00 am.
Why do I mention that time so specifically? Because I know I didn’t fall into bed until after midnight and it was definitely Sunday morning, September 8th when I hit the pillow! There certainly were “no sugarplums dancing in my head” for I was totally exhausted and instantly fell asleep. And then, during those early morning hours, I believe the Blessed Mother graced me with a gift on her birthday, leading me into a “dream journey” that would be something for me to meditate deeply on upon awakening the next morning.
I seemed to be riding in either a car or a train as a “passenger” with my youngest son. I was sitting at a window and gazing out. It seemed that another train pulled up next to us and I found myself eye to eye with a man that I did not recognize, yet there was definitely a communication between us. He held up a rosary in his hands and I clearly understood what he was thinking and what he wanted to convey to me. I knew he was asking me “what are you doing?” I got the feeling that he thought I was “sitting idle” between the two glass windows.
My son and I seemed to get to our destination and I automatically followed him through some sort of doorway. I walked behind him and found myself passing through strips of pale pink fabric. They seemed to be never ending and after passing through several sections, I found myself getting claustrophobic and wanting to go back. Instead, I forged ahead finally making my way through and passing through the last group of hanging strips of fabric.
I found myself in a large foyer surrounded by beautifully decorated walls with images of vines and roses climbing up higher and higher with an ascending spiral staircase that seemed to beckon me to take that first step. And so I did, one step after another. The staircase was beautiful and spiraled round and round. Finally, I reached the very top where I found myself staring out a very large glass picture window. Gazing downward, I could see the man I had seen holding up the rosary to me. I couldn’t believe it! There he was holding up the rosary in his hands to me once again! I quickly ran to the staircase and began to descend step after step and when I finally got to the bottom, he was gone and I woke up.
What’s It All Mean?
Upon awakening, the dream was still so very present to me it seemed that I had received a birthday gift from the Blessed Mother on her birthday much like I do from my earthly mother on hers.
What did the Blessed Mother want to teach my heart and maybe yours on this special day of hers?
It seemed crystal clear to me within my heart and mind!
What does the Mother of God constantly invite us to?
She always, always asks us to pray the rosary.
Pray the rosary for peace, pray the rosary for conversions and in this dream she was making it very apparent to me to pray the rosary to pass through all the struggles and challenges of my personal life.
In the dream, I had wanted to turn back when I felt claustrophobic at the midway point. How many times do we feel like we are closed in by a certain problem or we feel like there is no way out. Usually that happens when we are about midway and find ourselves losing hope and asking how do we get out of this crisis or problem?
What Does Mama Do?
She offers us her rosary and promises to be with us as we go through the car washes of our own purifications and conversion experiences.
The word “idle” seemed monumental to me as well in the dream. It wasn’t a spoken word, yet I knew what the man was conveying to me at that moment. He seemed to be telling me, “Make use of your time here. Don’t waste a moment, not a single moment!”
I couldn’t help but think of the Angel of Portugal as he appeared to Jacinta, Francisco and Lucia and saw them playing idly. . .
“What are you doing?” the Angel asked the children. . .
I couldn’t help but think to myself, “Was this my guardian angel?” Just the thought that we were both traveling in either a car or train made me think he is making sure he brings me home safely through this pilgrimage on earth to my eternal home. He was showing me the “GPS or Waze© ” to find it! Wasn’t he!
Certainly a question to ponder right now is:
“What are we doing?”
Only each one of us can personally answer this when we take those “moments of silence” that St. Mother Teresa of Calcutta spoke of so beautifully as quoted in my last posting. We can take our beads and silently pass them through our fingertips reflecting and meditating upon the mysteries of the life of Jesus and His mother. She wants us to meditate upon these mysteries so we can hopefully apply it to the mysteries of our own lives helping us to do the Will of God. . .not our own. That’s what she calls us to do in every apparition, in every appearance. We belong to her and the rosary is a sign of that union, isn’t it?
The Dead Give-Away
The last part of my dream was the dead give-away. I see the man from up on high and he is still below holding up his rosary. He is showing me, “Anita, this is the way! Pray the rosary every day of your life!”
It will be the sure way that will help you, too, to pass through the joys and sorrows of your life and to give you the fortitude, the strength, the perseverance and most of all the peace to ascend higher each day in the love of God and neighbor.
Medugorje Message of September 25, 2019
“Dear children! Today I am calling you to pray for my intentions so that I may help you.
Little children, pray the Rosary and meditate the mysteries of the Rosary because, in your life, you are also passing through joys and sorrows. In this way, you are transforming the mysteries into your life, because life is a mystery until you place it into God’s hands.
In this way, you will have the experience of faith like Peter who met Jesus and the Holy Spirit filled his heart. Little children, you are also called to witness by living the love with which, day by day, God wraps you with my presence.