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January 1, 2017
So a couple of days ago a woman pulls her car behind my car and blocks me in, just as I'm getting ready to leave St. Peter's in Covington. She gives me a long, excruciatingly detailed story that I don't believe in the slightest bit, asking if I can give her gas money to get to the hospital to visit her dying mother.
I'm pretty sure I met this same woman a couple of years back in the Target parking lot with a similar sob story. I had told her to meet me at the gas station so I could fill up her tank, but she never showed up.
Everything in me is now recoiling from this woman, and I do not want to be shafted (again). But I have just come from the adoration chapel where I had been daydreaming about this very scenario--a grifter asking me for money!
I had seen myself reach into the glove compartment of my car, pull out an old Magnificat prayer book with $5 in it, and then hand it to the person saying, "There are all kinds of treasure in here."
Ten minutes later, and I'm now facing this exact scenario. Assuming the daydream was a nudge from God, I tell her to wait.
I reach into the glove compartment and find an old Magnificat. I flip it open to stick in a fiver, and it lands on the meditation for May 13, 2014, "Graces of Our Lady of Fatima." I take notice but don't have time to read it. Handing her the book I repeat what I had just mentally rehearsed in the chapel: "There are all kinds of treasure in here."
It is just now hitting me that this was no mere coincidence, especially considering the CD I just released is dedicated to Our Lady of Fatima in anticipation of the 100th anniversary of the first Fatima apparition in 1917. So for what it's worth, here is the meditation I flipped to from May 14, 2014:
December 22, 2016
This morning I felt the most insistent urge to go to Mass, though it was starting in 15 mins. and I was still in my PJs. I quickly threw on some clothes and jumped in the car, only to sit in the maddening construction traffic on Hwy. 21. Now running quite late, I decided to pop in my new CD to help me pray, and "Holy Is His Name" came on, ending just as I pulled up to the church. I had missed all of the scripture readings, and Fr. Otis was already giving his homily--a mediation on all the tender ways God loves us.
When he sat down I opened to the gospel reading I had just missed, and it was Mary's Magnificat--word for word what I had just listened to in the car in "Holy Is His Name!" My heart was full as I stood up to sing that song at communion a capella (they indulge me at St. Peter).
Not only did God give me that sweet kiss on the cheek, Fr. Otis stayed late to hear more confessions, where I got to unburden my soul to the Lord and hear the words, "I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit." Praised be Jesus Christ, now and forever! Hallelujah! Oh, how he loves us, my friends, so personally and tenderly, so sweetly.
If you're feeling a restlessness, a distance from God, speak to him now from the heart. He thirsts for you. I'm headed to the Adoration Chapel right now and will pray for all of you who are reading this. 💝🙏🏻
P.S. Click here for the song: https://youtube.com/watch?v=ApxDhN4hRGU
December 22, 2016
So I walked into the bar at the Southern Hotel last night (my daughter's choir was singing at the hotel), and a woman asked me if I was Kitty Cleveland. Her name was Mary, she said. She had just moved here from CA, and her late mother had given her one of my CDs at least 10 years ago. She recognized me from the CD cover (yay!).
Mary continued that after her mother passed away, she stopped in at a small church on the Sonoma Coast. It was Mother's Day, and she was really missing her mom. To her astonishment, at the end of the Mass they played my CD--the same one her mom had chosen for her! And here we were meeting for the first time 10 years later, in a bar across the country. Isn't that cool? I love it when things like that happen. God's mercies are endless. 💝
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