Thank you for sharing. I know that frantic feeling. My ring is my mother-in-law's ring, given to my husband by his mother in the days preceding her death. I am so glad that God sent it back to you.
Thank you, Jennifer. I try to maintain a measure of detachment to the things of this world, but my mother's ring? Losing it??? Truly, I believe I would have been changed forever if it had not come back...
Thank you! I never prayed so hard before or since. In my mind, that moment will stand as a true miracle in my life. I truly believe that prayer brought it to me.
Thank you, Fred, and thank you for taking the time to read it. ❤️ Even now when I think about it, I still shake my head. How did that ring, my mother's ring, come back to me??? The only explanation is that prayer that came from a place so deep inside me...
Like you, as the years passed (will be 𝟒𝟎 next year!) I found myself thinking about my mother more and more. That is true to this day as her love and words of wisdom come to mind over and over.
I *know* that God gave you that ring back because He did the same with a cherished wooden Rosary on the Chartres Pilgrimage in 2019.
Long story short, we'd taken our youngest two to Paris to celebrate their HS graduation, where we going to do the 63 mile ancient pilgrimage from Notre Dame to Chartres.
Unlike my romantic hopes about the trip, it was really arduous, and packed with 14,000 young people (I don't like crowds) and I was in a foul mood - maybe the worst of my life. All the 20-something Europeans quickly learned to avoid this ugly American.
On the 2nd night my wife and I took refuge from a rainstorm in a French porta potty in the Loire valley.
Cold and wet, and still annoyed at the physical demands on my then 57-year-old body, my wife and I had set out before dawn to find coffee for the final day of the three-day pilgrimage, when I reached into my left pocket where I'd carried my simple Olive wood rosary for years.
The rosary was made in Bethlehem, and from years and years of carrying it everywhere I went, it had lost a few wooden beads, but I knew instinctively where they were and knew to pray it on those empty spaces anyway.
So we're trudging out to the pilgrimage trail in the dark, still very cold, when I reach into my pocket to pray my rosary, and I suddenly realized - it wasn't there! Where was it? I'd had it the night before. I never went ANYWHERE without it. It had seen me through the toughest period of my life. WHERE IS MY ROSARY?
My wife and looked all around in the dim French dawn, searching desperately just as you'd done with your mother's precious ring. Eventually, more dejected than I'd ever been, I had to give up the hunt as thousands of French youth streamed past us. I was so completely bereft as we started walking on down the trail that I could not speak. I'm sure that I was praying, tho to be honest I was in shock and don't exactly remember.
A few miles went by - miles we'd yet to come across - and looking down, my wife saw it - my worn-out wooden rosary in the mud of the trail. Again, this was a part of the trail we'd yet to have passed. I stared in disbelief. It was unmistakably MY rosary, complete with the now faint print of "Bethlehem" on the back of the cross, lost but now found again.
Except....
This simple rosary had had the missing wooden beads restored!
I wept, thanking God for His mercy on the nasty, intemperate man whom He'd repaired his rosary and gave it back to him.
Oh, my goodness! What a wonderful story! I know that feeling of being utterly and profoundly 𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒕. I'm so glad that God brought your rosary back to you -- restored.
I felt that same sense of gratitude when I looked down at the concrete floor and saw my ring. It may be the case for you, too, but that whole experience changed my life and deepened my faith.
Merry Christmas to you. What a lovely story. A wonderful testament to a mothers love and the love of a God who made us...and gave us the need for something tangible to connect us to the divine. What a blessing. ♥
Thank you, SadieJay! How I felt during those few moments of prayer? It was so deep, so profound -- something I think only utter desperation could bring. Of course, my husband knows I finally published this story. To this day, he too still calls it a miracle...
All the best to you and yours, friend. Merry Christmas and a blessed 2023.
Merry Christmas to you too my friend. Blessings to you and yours. And...here is to a 2023 that makes us laugh and not cry. Off to watch some Charlie Brown Christmas.♥
It certainly is a very lovely ring, and wonderful that it's going to belong to the family. And wonderful that you found it by magic and a miracle, your mother smiling down on you.
Merry Christmas to you and your loved ones from me and mine xxxx
Thank you for this story. For sharing it. It's beautiful, like you, and I so appreciate it. Miraculous. Yes, your prayer - an expression of deep love for your mother - was heard and the Universe, God, whatever name we use - responded. Just beautiful.
Best to you, and wishes for a wonderful Christmas.
You're welcome and thank you, Kathleen. It is the only explanation I have. Had I ever prayed so deeply and with such supplication before or since? I doubt it. It was almost like I was somewhere else in that moment...Within minutes, my mother's ring is bouncing on a concrete floor -- right in front of me.
An incredibly instructive story. The power of prayer, yes, and also for me, the mysterious connection we have with the invisible, forces we don't tend to pay attention to, but our lives exist within and out of. And, love. The undeniable, mountain-moving abilities of love.❤️🩹
If you have an extra sawbuck (X), please consider handing off a lateral toward Mickey's Fine Work for The Gals of NYC.
He is trying to raise $50 G for this Task. I think he's about 1/2 way there. If there are any heavy-hitters, please consider A Fantastic Christmas Gift !
He may be on the streets, but he's no house mouse.
Beautiful! Thank you. My eyes are wet.
Enjoyable writing ... and so nice to have these 'non-contentious' human connectivity.
The wonders of prayer!
YOU HAVE, DAZZLED,
ALL OF US !
Mother & Motherly...
Gazes Diamond-like,
& Smiles squarely,
To Daughter Thee.
Amen Amen & Amen.
What A Fantastic Gift,
To Us.
Graci !
Bless you, Paul. Merry Christmas to you and yours. ❤️
Amazing story! Thank you for sharing it. Nice rock!! Prayer is amazingly powerful. May God bless you and your family. Merry Christmas!!
Thank you, Steve. I wish the same for you and yours -- Merry Christmas!
Thank you for sharing. I know that frantic feeling. My ring is my mother-in-law's ring, given to my husband by his mother in the days preceding her death. I am so glad that God sent it back to you.
Thank you, Jennifer. I try to maintain a measure of detachment to the things of this world, but my mother's ring? Losing it??? Truly, I believe I would have been changed forever if it had not come back...
The power of prayer stands out in your story. I felt your pain when you thought the ring was gone forever. The ring is beautiful.
Thank you! I never prayed so hard before or since. In my mind, that moment will stand as a true miracle in my life. I truly believe that prayer brought it to me.
That is such a beautiful story. Prayer changes things.
My Jesus mercy, thank You.
Thank you, Fred, and thank you for taking the time to read it. ❤️ Even now when I think about it, I still shake my head. How did that ring, my mother's ring, come back to me??? The only explanation is that prayer that came from a place so deep inside me...
Like you, as the years passed (will be 𝟒𝟎 next year!) I found myself thinking about my mother more and more. That is true to this day as her love and words of wisdom come to mind over and over.
Thanks again, Fred. Peace.
I *know* that God gave you that ring back because He did the same with a cherished wooden Rosary on the Chartres Pilgrimage in 2019.
Long story short, we'd taken our youngest two to Paris to celebrate their HS graduation, where we going to do the 63 mile ancient pilgrimage from Notre Dame to Chartres.
Unlike my romantic hopes about the trip, it was really arduous, and packed with 14,000 young people (I don't like crowds) and I was in a foul mood - maybe the worst of my life. All the 20-something Europeans quickly learned to avoid this ugly American.
On the 2nd night my wife and I took refuge from a rainstorm in a French porta potty in the Loire valley.
Cold and wet, and still annoyed at the physical demands on my then 57-year-old body, my wife and I had set out before dawn to find coffee for the final day of the three-day pilgrimage, when I reached into my left pocket where I'd carried my simple Olive wood rosary for years.
The rosary was made in Bethlehem, and from years and years of carrying it everywhere I went, it had lost a few wooden beads, but I knew instinctively where they were and knew to pray it on those empty spaces anyway.
So we're trudging out to the pilgrimage trail in the dark, still very cold, when I reach into my pocket to pray my rosary, and I suddenly realized - it wasn't there! Where was it? I'd had it the night before. I never went ANYWHERE without it. It had seen me through the toughest period of my life. WHERE IS MY ROSARY?
My wife and looked all around in the dim French dawn, searching desperately just as you'd done with your mother's precious ring. Eventually, more dejected than I'd ever been, I had to give up the hunt as thousands of French youth streamed past us. I was so completely bereft as we started walking on down the trail that I could not speak. I'm sure that I was praying, tho to be honest I was in shock and don't exactly remember.
A few miles went by - miles we'd yet to come across - and looking down, my wife saw it - my worn-out wooden rosary in the mud of the trail. Again, this was a part of the trail we'd yet to have passed. I stared in disbelief. It was unmistakably MY rosary, complete with the now faint print of "Bethlehem" on the back of the cross, lost but now found again.
Except....
This simple rosary had had the missing wooden beads restored!
I wept, thanking God for His mercy on the nasty, intemperate man whom He'd repaired his rosary and gave it back to him.
I
Oh, my goodness! What a wonderful story! I know that feeling of being utterly and profoundly 𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒕. I'm so glad that God brought your rosary back to you -- restored.
I felt that same sense of gratitude when I looked down at the concrete floor and saw my ring. It may be the case for you, too, but that whole experience changed my life and deepened my faith.
What an AMAZING STORY!!!!! Thank you for sharing. Merry Christmas my friend. Love you!
Thank you! And you're welcome. :) Merry Christmas to you, too. Love you! ❤️
Merry Christmas to you. What a lovely story. A wonderful testament to a mothers love and the love of a God who made us...and gave us the need for something tangible to connect us to the divine. What a blessing. ♥
Thank you, SadieJay! How I felt during those few moments of prayer? It was so deep, so profound -- something I think only utter desperation could bring. Of course, my husband knows I finally published this story. To this day, he too still calls it a miracle...
All the best to you and yours, friend. Merry Christmas and a blessed 2023.
Merry Christmas to you too my friend. Blessings to you and yours. And...here is to a 2023 that makes us laugh and not cry. Off to watch some Charlie Brown Christmas.♥
You've filled up my heart, and it runneth over, down my cheeks, and JOYFULLY.
Thank you. xo
❤️❤️❤️
Such a lovely story and thanks for sharing a wonderful sentimental time in your life. Happy holidays and have a very Merry Christmas! :-)
Thank you, my friend. ❤️ Merry Christmas to you and a healthy, happy New Year!
beautiful x
It certainly is a very lovely ring, and wonderful that it's going to belong to the family. And wonderful that you found it by magic and a miracle, your mother smiling down on you.
Merry Christmas to you and your loved ones from me and mine xxxx
Thank you for this story. For sharing it. It's beautiful, like you, and I so appreciate it. Miraculous. Yes, your prayer - an expression of deep love for your mother - was heard and the Universe, God, whatever name we use - responded. Just beautiful.
Best to you, and wishes for a wonderful Christmas.
You're welcome and thank you, Kathleen. It is the only explanation I have. Had I ever prayed so deeply and with such supplication before or since? I doubt it. It was almost like I was somewhere else in that moment...Within minutes, my mother's ring is bouncing on a concrete floor -- right in front of me.
An incredibly instructive story. The power of prayer, yes, and also for me, the mysterious connection we have with the invisible, forces we don't tend to pay attention to, but our lives exist within and out of. And, love. The undeniable, mountain-moving abilities of love.❤️🩹
Yes! So true. To this day, this story still makes 𝒎𝒆 shake my head.
😊
GOOD-GOOD MEDICINE
ALREADY WITHIN US
~ "Dr." Z. gently pro-scribes...
https://open.substack.com/pub/mickeyz/p/best-medicine-what-makes-you-laugh?r=11r0co&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=email
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If you have an extra sawbuck (X), please consider handing off a lateral toward Mickey's Fine Work for The Gals of NYC.
He is trying to raise $50 G for this Task. I think he's about 1/2 way there. If there are any heavy-hitters, please consider A Fantastic Christmas Gift !
He may be on the streets, but he's no house mouse.
He's a Miner,
(Like All the rest of Ya !)
Shoveling Each Day,
With A Heart Of Gold !
Thank You.
https://youtu.be/X3IA6pIVank
**
WE'RE ALL GROWING YOUNG
In Our old Age.
https://youtu.be/mwG6g5boyF4
Merry Christmas.
THE LENS
OF THE WRITER'S EYES
IT'S HOW & WHERE
YOU POINT IT
...TELE~ & MICRO~ SCOPIC
*
~ Dr. Joseph Sansone...
https://open.substack.com/pub/josephsansone/p/general-washingtons-christmas-message?r=11r0co&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=email
**
https://youtu.be/KgrKlLkd_Bc
"Yeah..."
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AMERICAN MEN & WOMEN
OUR HISTORY
COURSES THRU OUR VEINS
THIS MOMENT
IS UPON,
& WITHIN US...
LONG LIVE ! WE !