Before I start my work day, I ask for Divine help, especially when I am walking into a situation that is unfamiliar to me. I often call on the Archangels and the Blessed Mother for protection and guidance. Last weekend I lost my Miraculous Medal of the Blessed Mother. As I walked from my car my lariat got caught on my jacket and as I tugged it free, the little silver medal fell onto the sidewalk into the mud. As I scooped it up, I got the sense I was supposed to leave it there for someone else, Mary with arms stretched out looking loving up at me, but I just couldn’t leave her there. She has come to symbolize many aspects in my life, she in my mind is the ultimate mother having raised a true child of God and watched as he fulfilled his promise back to God. The mother’s heart is one that feels joy beyond measure and suffers as deeply when her child suffers. I turn to her for guidance as I continue to be a part of my adult sons lives. Being a mother never ends…. So, I picked her up and put her hurriedly into my pocket and went on with my hospice day.
At my visit the friend of the patient called me “Mary”, and then apologized when I corrected him. His name is Michael- as in the Archangel I pray to daily for protection and guidance. I registered in my mind something was happening here, I’ve been called many variations of my given name but never- “Mary”.
Later I had to order some equipment for my patient, usually I email the company but today I felt compelled to call and speak with someone. “Hello, this is Mary- may I help you?” I laughed to myself…the spirits were up to something. “Hi, this is Phyllis….” The voice on the other end then says, “Oh that’s my mom’s name!”. More connections, more confirmation that our prayers are heard.
Along with my professional experience, I rely on my intuition to solve hospice challenges. It is through my intuition that Spirit speaks. I resolved as many of the challenges I could making sure the patient was safe and comfortable and then I left. When I got back into my car, I could not find my medal, she simply was not where I had put her. I finally understood that she was need somewhere else in this form, someone else would find her and this would bring them comfort and confirmation that their prayers were heard. I probably will never know that story, but that’s okay. I carry Mary and the Archangels in my heart, I don’t need tangibles anymore. But Mary knew someone else did and I became her Divine messenger.
In this season of Love and Peace, the challenges of life still exist. I think we shift our focus onto the miracle of birth and how one person can change the world. We are that person, we are all children of God. We are all sparks of stardust. By just being the miracle God has made us we change our world.
I wish you all Peace, and Love and Miracles.
Oh, what a beautiful story! And yes, someone else must need Mary now. She and Archangel Michael have helped me more than a time or two.