Metro North Misunderstanding

She was running down the street screaming like her hair was on fire.  Weaving back and forth across the busy street, I was sure she had either had a little too much afternoon indulgence or was suffering from a mental illness.  Folks stepped aside as she ran past, and I wanted to do the same-- I had only a few minutes to grab lunch at Catch a Healthy Habit as I had run very late in my morning appointment.  The screaming was getting to me and I stepped outside the shop and into her path.  

"What's wrong?" led to a frantic half crying, half screaming tale of Lita and her suitcase getting on the MetroNorth in Bridgeport to meet a friend in Long Island.  Asking the conductor in Fairfield if she had time to hop off and get her return ticket and hearing she did, she stepped off the train.  Only to find the doors close behind her and the train and her suitcase proceed southbound.  

"Let's jump in my car and beat the train to Stamford!" I suggested, and we did just that.  Christian music was playing on the car radio which opened up the conversation and led to a drive of shared prayer.  Traffic had been terrible on I-95 but God, luck or both, prevailed and we beat the train to the Stamford station by 8 minutes.

Lita let me know that she was reunited with her suitcase. "My pastor told us that angels would be unleashed this Christmas season, thank you for being one of mine!" she said as she left the train.

Offertory Gifts

Shared by a friend:

On Sunday, May 18^th, 2014 I attended Mass with my two children.  Due to their busy schedules, it was rare that we could attend Mass together.  I was grateful.  As we arrived at the church my children were asked by the usher to bring the gifts up during the offertory, which they agreed to do.  

As I knelt to pray, I suddenly realized how special the request was – May 18^th was the 26^th anniversary of my mother’s death.  The last time my children were asked to bring up the offertory gifts was August 26^th, 2013, my mother’s birthday.  Coincidence?  No!  God had given us such a gift on both those days.  As we left church on May 18^th, I asked the usher why she had chosen my children to carry up the offertory gifts.  Her response was that she saw something in their faces and that God wanted her to ask them.  I explained that it was the anniversary of my mother’s death.  She was grateful I had told her for she now understood why God had her ask them.  Thank God for his wonderful winks!      

Pennies from Heaven

Shared by a truly wonderful friend.. today's God wink:

When my father died and I was absolutely bereft and grief stricken, I found a penny in a parking lot at the door of my car. I could have chosen any number of spots to park. This penny was from 1982 the year I was married - a very happy time.  I truly felt that God had said everything is ok try to be happy as my father had lived an exemplary life.