I cannot but feel I have had a call from God to devote myself to help save souls in their last hour..... I have been drawn so strongly to pray for the dying and I believe it to be a work appointed for me, perpetual prayer for the dying.
You who have never “been there” in the throes of grief, have no idea what is going on inside the head of the grieving spouse: the scattered thoughts, the constant worry that we will forget something or someone in our fog-induced state, that strange feeling of not quite “being all there” when out in social situations, the pall that covers everything, like a cloak of sadness that never lifts.
Show so clearly that this matter is God's work, not mine.
The day that I can no longer receive Our Lord in Holy Communion, Our Lord Himself will come to take me.
When I was praying there was a Presence - I saw nothing and yet Our Lord Crucified seemed present for a few instants.
