Brethren in Christ, God give you Peace.
I should be asleep, but something creeped me and I figured that sharing it might put it out of my head. I usually put things like this in my spiritual journal, but my laptop was more handy and I don't need to turn on a light!
I was in bed praying to Mary. I was asking her to pray for the sexual predator and killer of that nine year old girl. Specifically that he repent and seek forgiveness of his sins. Ultimately, that he be either converted into or reunited into the Body of Christ, which is His Church.
As I prayed, I felt a terrible presence and expected at any moment to feel someone (something) pounce upon me in bed. The sense was so strong that I had to open my eyes and turn my head (as I was on my stomach). I truly expected to see someone there. Watching and waiting. And HATING.
I finished my prayer, but the eyes were open. Then went another prayer to St. Michael.
It reminded me of some of the Saints, who were graced by God to know how greatly it agitated and harmed Satan when they prayed for the conversion of sinners. But I am no Saint. How great their faith must have been (still is)!
Let us take great joy in praying for everyone, especially those who most need our prayers.
Off to bed now...again. Happy Easter to all! What a joyous day!
God Bless,
P12
I should be asleep, but something creeped me and I figured that sharing it might put it out of my head. I usually put things like this in my spiritual journal, but my laptop was more handy and I don't need to turn on a light!
I was in bed praying to Mary. I was asking her to pray for the sexual predator and killer of that nine year old girl. Specifically that he repent and seek forgiveness of his sins. Ultimately, that he be either converted into or reunited into the Body of Christ, which is His Church.
As I prayed, I felt a terrible presence and expected at any moment to feel someone (something) pounce upon me in bed. The sense was so strong that I had to open my eyes and turn my head (as I was on my stomach). I truly expected to see someone there. Watching and waiting. And HATING.
I finished my prayer, but the eyes were open. Then went another prayer to St. Michael.
It reminded me of some of the Saints, who were graced by God to know how greatly it agitated and harmed Satan when they prayed for the conversion of sinners. But I am no Saint. How great their faith must have been (still is)!
Let us take great joy in praying for everyone, especially those who most need our prayers.
Off to bed now...again. Happy Easter to all! What a joyous day!
God Bless,
P12