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: