This day 29 years ago a tragic incident happened in my family. We lost a daughter, a sister, a cousin, a niece and a friend. This was my sister Jocelyne. She was almost 2 years old.
But this is a day of rejoicing because as we are taught that anyone who is sinless goes directly to heaven and since my sister was young and baptized she could not have willingly chosen to sin. All this to say that I believe my sister is in heaven, she’s a saint. I can ask her to pray for me. It’s a sense of comfort.
There are saints in heaven that we don’t even know of. One doesn’t have to be recognized by the Church to be a saint. You just have to be in Heaven to be a saint.
On this day I encourage all of you to ask Jocelyne to pray for you. I know she’s been praying for me and she’s been putting in a good for me to God. I have never met her but I still cherish her as my big sister, I still love her and I’m sure she loves me. Continue reading “April 22nd 1987”→
I really like that picture. I took it a year or two ago just before I went into a spiritual direction session. I found the sunset very inspiring.
This is what I think when I see it: Psalms 23:4
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
We live in a simple world but we complicate everything. We are afraid of death but yet isn’t death the only way we get to meet God?
Yesterday I lost my great aunt, my grandpa’s sister. I didn’t know her very well but it still leaves a whole in my heart. I should be happy and rejoicing knowing she lived a good life and that she has the opportunity of meeting our lovely God. But instead I’m feeling down. Someone I love had left this earth and I can’t talk to her anymore, I can’t see her, she’s gone. It makes it really hard on me that I can’t see my family in these hard times.
Though one thing that has helped me cope with this pain is prayer. The sisters I’m currently living with asked me to lead night prayer for the first time. At first I said no because I have always felt awkward praying out loud. But then one of the sisters asked me again to lead it and I finally accepted (even though I still didn’t want to). I was really scared at first but once I started it was smooth sailing, I forgot that the others were there and it’s like it was just me and God. I brought him my fears and pains of death and He responded very well. This was also the time I let the sisters know the pain I coping with. And after night prayer was over they didn’t ask any questions about my great aunt but they said they would pray for me family.
I don’t think I could of handled talking about her without shedding tears. I am a very sensitive person and even just writing this I shed a few tears.
Even in dark times God is there regardless if we see Him or not. Just like the sun even though we can’t see it at night it’s there.