The Little Book of Miracles and Answered Prayers

I've been reading my sister's book (The Little Book of Miracles and Answered Prayers) and it's made me more aware of the miracles that happen everyday. Not just to other people, but to me - in my life. I've begun to realize more and more that God really does love me. That He watches over me and wants me to be happy. I know and can feel Mama Mary's love for me in everything that I do. In all the situations I find myself in.

Two days ago, I was stressing out over making a large payment (about 29thou) that was already past due. Not to a credit card company, but tab's life insurance premium. I was worrying and really stressing out and decided to just ignore it and read my sister's book. Not really to escape, but to just immerse myself in Mama Mary and God. I needed the peace that I feel whenever I read it. After reading the entry of Mike's mom, I couldn't help myself. I started crying because her story was so beautiful. It's about her dad - the circumstance and journey from manila to australia where he died (he had cancer). I was crying because Mama Mary and God really are so good. They allowed him to die in the exact circumstance he asked for. He died, not in the hospital, surrounded by sterile surroundings, but at home with his wife after seeing the sunrise.

I got up from the dining table and knelt before the painting of the Madonna and Child in our living room. I was crying and crying. I prayed so hard - thanking Him for His love. Thanking Mama Mary for her protection and love. I prayed that I would be deserving of their love and offered up all of my worries, my suffering, everything to them. For their glory and to alleviate the pain Jesus experienced on the cross for us all. I was like that for maybe 20 minutes. After it was over, I felt so light. I entrusted all of my worries to Mama Mary. And so I knew that somehow, I would find the money to pay the premium.

Yesterday, I had lunch with Tab at home. After he went down, I saw that Dad was eating, so I sat down for a while. He asked me how I was, like he always does. And for some reason, I told him that I was selling my old phone. When he asked why, I told him it was because we needed the money for some things. He pressed me for an answer and I told him about the premium that was due. He was like 'Huh. Ok.' and just kept eating. Then his cell rang so he answered and I went down. About 20 minutes later, the maid knocks on the door and gives Tab a check from Dad. She said it was for me - that it was a birthday gift to himself that he was giving me. (It's his birthday on aug 3.)

It was more than enough to cover the premium! I was floored. I ran up to talk to him and found out he was gone. So I called him on his cell. As I was talking to him, I started crying because he said that it was a gift. Just to always tell him when I have problems so that he can help me out. And I can always call him and he will always help me. I was really overwhelmed.

My Dad and I didn't exactly have the best, most wonderful, most open relationship. I was really not expecting this from him. Maybe if it were my Mom, it wouldn't have been so strange...

I immediately went to the painting of Mama Mary and said a prayer of thanks. I knew that it was Her spirit that moved my Dad to be that generous.