I just wanted to mention some small things that have happened to me since I have become a born again Christian which was about 2 months ago. I've always wanted to share these things but haven't really had the chance or the right place to present them. I hope that whoever reads these things will gain in their trust with our Lord Jesus Christ and with our Blessed Mother The Virgin Mary whom I am deeply devoted to. I know that these things which I am about to tell you are not as astounding as others' testimonies here but I still beleive with all my heart that these little things were truly divine in nature.
The first two things happened about a month ago. The third happened last night.
One afternoon as I was coming out of a local grocery store I saw a man yell vicously at his young daughter. She looked about 10 yrs old. She tried to grab his hand as they crossed the parking lot but he yanked his hand from her and screamed "don't you touch me!" I could not believe how insensetive this man was to his little girl. She started to cry hard and my heart broke for her, especially since I have a deep love of children.
I wanted to tell this man that he can't talk to her that way but I am rather shy so I could not bring myself to do anything. Instead I was determined to immediately pray for this young girl. I drove home quickly, got out my rosary and prayed with all my heart to our Blessed Mother that she protect this young girl's body and spirit and that if this man was abusing her that he be made known to the authorities immediately! I prayed for a few minutes, softly crying out with all my heart to Our Blessed mother.
After I prayed, I relaxed for a bit, had a snack, watched some tv, then got ready to head out again to do more shopping. More than an hour had passed. It was now getting dark outside as I drove to the post office. On my way, in the middle of a 4 lane street there was this man pushing a baby carriage across in front of me so I had to stop abruptly and I was thinking "what the heck is this crazy guy doing!" He was pushing the carriage and there was a little boy about 7 following him. They had apparently been in the park adjacent to the street. As I watched him cross in front of me my eyes naturally followed him and I noticed that on the other side of the street there was a lady waiting for them and a young girl was with her. The girl was eating a popsicle and happily skipping along the sidewalk. It took me only a split second to realize that this was the same girl! She was still wearing the same clothes and it was her! Her father must have changed his shirt because it was different. I was so happy to see her like that. I had plenty of time to visually confirm it was her. I immediately thanked our Blessed Mother over and over again for showing me that she is ok. Thank you again, Blessed Mother! What are the chances that this father was to cross the street in front of MY car, over an hour after I had seen him in a different section of town?
This second event is very short. One saturday I was listening to the radio in my car and decided to assign an un-used preset button to this one particular station I listened to at work. It was a station whose number I have known for years but it never was one of my all-time favorites.
I carefully dialed it in at 89.7FM, heard the music playing with its familiar pop-rock beat and hit the preset button. After a couple minutes I thought I heard the guy on the radio singing about Jesus. I listened intently and yes he WAS! I was dumbfounded for a minute and then I remembered that the station's number is 98.7, not 89.7! I felt goose bumps because without knowing it I had just assigned a preset button to a Christian music station that I did not know existed! Praise Jesus! In fact, this is the ONLY christian music station in my area.
This third event happened just this past Saturday night and boy did it hit me...
I had been having one of those days when nothing seemed to go right. I thought maybe I was being harassed by the evil one because I prayed alot for the Holy Souls in purgatory the night before, along with the Rosay and the Chaplet of Divine Mercy. I was feeling distraught and un-loved thanks to something that happened which made me realize I was not as loved by others as I thought and this hurt me deeply. I decided to go to the place I used to go when I was in need of some friendly company. It is a place that christians should stay away from but it is also where I had gone many times in the past because it was a great place to meet attractive members of the opposite sex and to chat with them. In truth, chatting is not the only thing that goes on there. I felt in my heart that this might offend Jesus and I convinced myself that I would only go to talk to someone and not to engage in immoral behavior and if I did fall to temptation, that the good Lord would forgive me.
I got dressed and starting driving there. My heart was still hurting and I longed to just be in the company of an attractive woman, even if just for a brief conversation because I, unlike most people, have not any friends, nor a girlfriend, nor a wife. All I have is Jesus, Mary and the Holy Ghost. I know that scripture says "it is not good for man to be alone", but I just learned that a few weeks ago. Anyway, there I was driving on the freeway when this pickup truck full of stuff ends up in front of me. I stay behind it since I don't mind driving 65 and after a minute or two I notice that this metal thing sticking out the back of the truck is glaring at me, reflecting my headlights and it is the shape of the cross! It had to be the legs of a chair or something, I don't know but beleive it or not the top section was shorter than the other three giving the appearance of the true cross of Jesus! I could not beleive my eyes. But that is not the end of the story.
I knew then that I should turn around and go home but instead I continued on. I resolved that I will take the exit (the one on the way to the bad place), find a restroom which I needed urgently, then get back on the freeway and go home. I found a mcdonalds, then headed back to the freeway contemplating the sign that I had just received. As I got on the entrance ramp, something drew my eyes upward and there on a pole about 25ft. in the air was a big sign that said "JESUS IS LORD". I could hardly beleive it. I had never noticed it before although I had taken that ramp 5 or 6 times in the past (always at night). The sign was not lit so one wouldn't normally notice it at night. The on-ramp is sharply curved and my eyes are always cast downward to see my way around the bend. This is the Hacienda Blvd. on-ramp to the Eastbound 60 freeway in Los Angeles in case anyone knows which sign I am talking about.
There was a couple other things that happened to me that night but I think I have said enough for now. In one event, I foresaw an accident and it almost did happen to me. I think an angel held my foot back from the gas pedal for a second, preventing me from hitting the SUV which suddenly came around my car as I was about to leave my parking space. There have been other things which would take too much space to write. I thank God, Jesus, Mary and the Holy Ghost for blessing my life with these events and I just hope that by sharing these events that people who have been sitting on the fence will finally trust in Jesus, and those who have not yet devoted prayers to the Blessed Mother will begin to.
God Bless you and thank you for taking the time to read my post.
gabriel
The first two things happened about a month ago. The third happened last night.
One afternoon as I was coming out of a local grocery store I saw a man yell vicously at his young daughter. She looked about 10 yrs old. She tried to grab his hand as they crossed the parking lot but he yanked his hand from her and screamed "don't you touch me!" I could not believe how insensetive this man was to his little girl. She started to cry hard and my heart broke for her, especially since I have a deep love of children.
I wanted to tell this man that he can't talk to her that way but I am rather shy so I could not bring myself to do anything. Instead I was determined to immediately pray for this young girl. I drove home quickly, got out my rosary and prayed with all my heart to our Blessed Mother that she protect this young girl's body and spirit and that if this man was abusing her that he be made known to the authorities immediately! I prayed for a few minutes, softly crying out with all my heart to Our Blessed mother.
After I prayed, I relaxed for a bit, had a snack, watched some tv, then got ready to head out again to do more shopping. More than an hour had passed. It was now getting dark outside as I drove to the post office. On my way, in the middle of a 4 lane street there was this man pushing a baby carriage across in front of me so I had to stop abruptly and I was thinking "what the heck is this crazy guy doing!" He was pushing the carriage and there was a little boy about 7 following him. They had apparently been in the park adjacent to the street. As I watched him cross in front of me my eyes naturally followed him and I noticed that on the other side of the street there was a lady waiting for them and a young girl was with her. The girl was eating a popsicle and happily skipping along the sidewalk. It took me only a split second to realize that this was the same girl! She was still wearing the same clothes and it was her! Her father must have changed his shirt because it was different. I was so happy to see her like that. I had plenty of time to visually confirm it was her. I immediately thanked our Blessed Mother over and over again for showing me that she is ok. Thank you again, Blessed Mother! What are the chances that this father was to cross the street in front of MY car, over an hour after I had seen him in a different section of town?
This second event is very short. One saturday I was listening to the radio in my car and decided to assign an un-used preset button to this one particular station I listened to at work. It was a station whose number I have known for years but it never was one of my all-time favorites.
I carefully dialed it in at 89.7FM, heard the music playing with its familiar pop-rock beat and hit the preset button. After a couple minutes I thought I heard the guy on the radio singing about Jesus. I listened intently and yes he WAS! I was dumbfounded for a minute and then I remembered that the station's number is 98.7, not 89.7! I felt goose bumps because without knowing it I had just assigned a preset button to a Christian music station that I did not know existed! Praise Jesus! In fact, this is the ONLY christian music station in my area.
This third event happened just this past Saturday night and boy did it hit me...
I had been having one of those days when nothing seemed to go right. I thought maybe I was being harassed by the evil one because I prayed alot for the Holy Souls in purgatory the night before, along with the Rosay and the Chaplet of Divine Mercy. I was feeling distraught and un-loved thanks to something that happened which made me realize I was not as loved by others as I thought and this hurt me deeply. I decided to go to the place I used to go when I was in need of some friendly company. It is a place that christians should stay away from but it is also where I had gone many times in the past because it was a great place to meet attractive members of the opposite sex and to chat with them. In truth, chatting is not the only thing that goes on there. I felt in my heart that this might offend Jesus and I convinced myself that I would only go to talk to someone and not to engage in immoral behavior and if I did fall to temptation, that the good Lord would forgive me.
I got dressed and starting driving there. My heart was still hurting and I longed to just be in the company of an attractive woman, even if just for a brief conversation because I, unlike most people, have not any friends, nor a girlfriend, nor a wife. All I have is Jesus, Mary and the Holy Ghost. I know that scripture says "it is not good for man to be alone", but I just learned that a few weeks ago. Anyway, there I was driving on the freeway when this pickup truck full of stuff ends up in front of me. I stay behind it since I don't mind driving 65 and after a minute or two I notice that this metal thing sticking out the back of the truck is glaring at me, reflecting my headlights and it is the shape of the cross! It had to be the legs of a chair or something, I don't know but beleive it or not the top section was shorter than the other three giving the appearance of the true cross of Jesus! I could not beleive my eyes. But that is not the end of the story.
I knew then that I should turn around and go home but instead I continued on. I resolved that I will take the exit (the one on the way to the bad place), find a restroom which I needed urgently, then get back on the freeway and go home. I found a mcdonalds, then headed back to the freeway contemplating the sign that I had just received. As I got on the entrance ramp, something drew my eyes upward and there on a pole about 25ft. in the air was a big sign that said "JESUS IS LORD". I could hardly beleive it. I had never noticed it before although I had taken that ramp 5 or 6 times in the past (always at night). The sign was not lit so one wouldn't normally notice it at night. The on-ramp is sharply curved and my eyes are always cast downward to see my way around the bend. This is the Hacienda Blvd. on-ramp to the Eastbound 60 freeway in Los Angeles in case anyone knows which sign I am talking about.
There was a couple other things that happened to me that night but I think I have said enough for now. In one event, I foresaw an accident and it almost did happen to me. I think an angel held my foot back from the gas pedal for a second, preventing me from hitting the SUV which suddenly came around my car as I was about to leave my parking space. There have been other things which would take too much space to write. I thank God, Jesus, Mary and the Holy Ghost for blessing my life with these events and I just hope that by sharing these events that people who have been sitting on the fence will finally trust in Jesus, and those who have not yet devoted prayers to the Blessed Mother will begin to.
God Bless you and thank you for taking the time to read my post.
gabriel
