Say a little prayer

My mom is in the hospital again with pneumonia, and she is very weak. I graciously ask everyone who read this post to say a little prayer for her, maybe the Chaplet of Divine Mercy? My mother is nearing the end of her life, and she has lived a life of austerity, prayer and hard penance that the saints would approve of. She has always willingly gone without, and endured many hardships that most of us comfort-seekers would shy away from in a heartbeat. She is the reason I am still Catholic.

My mother raised all ten of her children Catholic, and even though each and every one of us fell away from our Catholic faith in our teenage years, she never waivered in hers. She just quietly went to Mass and prayed for all of us. As long as I can remember, she always had Rosaries around the house. From an early age, she planted the seeds of Catholicism in each of us, and now all but three of my siblings have come back to the Church. I credit my mother with giving me a strong foundation of faith, and I have thanked her for bringing me up Catholic. There is no greater grace than to be born and baptized into a Catholic family. I am so thankful to be Catholic.

Yesterday, my sister told me an amazing story that I want to share with you.

My sister and my sister-in-law were at my mom's bedside in the hospital when the nurse came in to change her IV bag. As the nurse was getting ready to hook up the new bag, my mom said to her, "You better check that bag. It's written on the wall."

My sister said they all looked at each other and at the wall to see nothing written there. Then the nurse checked the IV bag. It was the wrong one. She was about to administer the wrong solution! My sister asked Mom how she knew it was the wrong solution, and my mom just told her that it was written on the wall.

I believe it was Divine intervention.