Very often when we least expect it, God sends us a profound message reminding us that at any given time in our lives, we are being watched, listened to and very much loved.  The following is one of the true stories from my own past experience.  I hope it speaks to you.

It had been a long journey for me from the time I picked up that first Wayne Weible tabloid paper to now.  At long last here I was sitting in the front pew of Our Lady of Lourdes church getting ready to hear him speak in person!  I was elated!  

I wanted him to know how much his writing about The Blessed Mother had impacted my life and that it was HE who introduced me once again to Our Lady through his tabloid articles about the events that were taking place in Medjugorje, then Yugoslavia.  One day, I had found his paper, not by accident, in the last pew of the church where I'd stopped in to light a candle.

I was pregnant then, and terrified of having to announce this news to my parents.  Out of desperation, I'd stopped at the church in order to go to the Grotto and light a candle at the foot of the Blessed Mother statue. I went there as a last ditch effort to ask Mary for help with my situation. On my way out, I caught a glimpse of Wayne's paper,  picked it up, put it under my arm and left.  I hadn't really even read the title.

That night I read the beautiful tale of the children of Medjugorje to whom the Blessed Mother had been appearing, offering Her love and devotion to all of humanity.  She said, "Don't worry, have faith and pray".  Wayne recounted every detail in such a manner that I was a believer from the moment I first laid eyes on the word.

His paper had touched me in such a way that I did turn myself to Mary and She in turn did walk every step of the pregnancy with me, giving me almost daily, remarkable signs of Her presence.

NOW, I was going to get to talk to Wayne and thank him from the depths of my soul for taking the time to write the story and have it published by his own press, for all the world to see!  I could NOT wait to throw my arms around his neck and hug him!

My excitement was brimming as he opened his talk by praying the Rosary with us.  I'd brought along the green crystal Rosary belonging to my baby girl.  After we'd finished praying and had settled into listening to Wayne, I held the Rosary in my hand, amazed by the beauty of how the lights from the church made each bead glisten in my hands.

From time to time , I'd look down at that Rosary glistening and wonder what it would have looked like had the beads been clear crystal instead of green.  "WHAT a magnificent spectacle THIS would be", I thought to myself as I listened.

When the time came for Wayne to begin autographing his new book, I made my way to the back of the church longing to be the first in line yet, it was clear to me that I'd never have a real chance to talk to him as my eyes beheld the throngs of others who had also come to speak with him.  The people had swarmed around him with such a fervor, I couldn't even see him any more and my mother suggested we just leave.  Before doing so, however, she wanted to stop and buy his new book for me so off she went.

How could I leave without getting to talk to him?  My heart was in the pit of my stomach.  "I guess it's not my time", I thought, as I turned to make my way behind my mother who was now ten people in front of me.  Something made me stop and turn to look over my shoulder and when I did so, I was stunned to see Wayne had moved and was now standing right behind me so close I could touch him.

I turned and without really thinking, handed him the book I'd brought along for him to sign.  He looked at me, smiled, and I felt the tears begin to form as he was signing.  I had lost my nerve.  I couldn't speak. 

When he'd finished, he looked into my eyes and smiled once again, pausing long enough for me to thank him and to give him the hug I'd come there to deliver.

I walked a few feet and then heard the familiar voice of my mother shouting above people's heads, "Wayne, please pray for my daughter!", she shouted.

He looked at me and smiled and my mother shouted again, "NO, not HER!  My OTHER daughter!"  (good old Mom...hee hee)

I saw the look in his eyes as he motioned for me to come back to him.  All ready embarrassed knowing I would have to explain why my mother wanted prayers for my sister, I made my way back and when I arrived, he took hold of my hand, saying to me that I should be the one to pray for my sister, and to tell my mother that she also should pray for my sister.  I smiled through my tears and promised him I would and got to hug him once again and whisper the words, "Thank you so very much, Wayne."  

At least I'd gotten to say the words I'd come to say.  I started to turn to leave but he didn't let go of my hand which made me look again into his eyes which had a look of puzzlement in them.  We stood there in silence for a few minutes, me not knowing what was going on and I believe he being equally as confused.

He said, "I can't really explain what is happening at this moment, but I am feeling prompted to give you something.  May I?"

Without waiting to hear my response, he reached into his pocket, took hold of something and placed it in my hand.  He said, "Someone wants you to have this and I do believe it is Mary."

Imagine the flood of emotion that ripped through me as I opened my right hand to reveal a Rosary with clear crystal beads just exactly like the one I'd been envisioning earlier!"  No longer able to maintain my composure, I burst into sobs and threw my arms around him, only able to say, "You have no idea what you have just done or what you have meant to my life.  Thank you.  Thank you.  Oh Thank you."

People stood there with their hands covering their mouths unable to really KNOW what had just taken place but it didn't matter.  They FELT it in their hearts and they saw it on my face and on Wayne's face.

I left there that day KNOWING beyond the shadow of a doubt that The Blessed Mother had been silently listening to the rambling thoughts of one of  her children. (We are all her children.) She prompted Wayne to give me that Rosary as a reminder to me that no matter WHAT I may be thinking or feeling or doing, She would be there to listen and to hold my hand.  

Let me add too that She leaves NO stone unturned.  The Rosary that Wayne gave to me was clear crystal, just exactly like the one I'd been day dreaming about, but she added one other touch...there was a dangling heart attached to it.  I still have it to this day and ONE day, when Mary prompts me, I'll pass it along to someone else who might need a little reminding that we are NOT alone.

My love and Blessings, as always, accompany this piece.  May each of you be ever reminded that, "there is no time, no place, no state where God [and the Blessed Mother] are absent."

Alexis :-)

PS--The links below will take you to information about Wayne and the paper and books I mentioned above.

Medjugorje, The Message, by Wayne Weible

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