Hello to all of you, I have been lurking for a year or two now, and finally will speak up because I feel Jesus wants me to share this with you all.
I was very pregnant in 1993 with my firstborn child and obsessed with finding a Nativity set for my home for about a year. I couldn't find one in the stores anywhere at the time. Finally, I did find exactly what I had been looking for and set it up with roses and holly around it. At the time, it was the only religious item in my house. As a child, I learned of Fatima and remember doing the first Saturdays on my own because I loved our mama so much. But after moving away from home, even to another country (just like the prodigal son) I lost my faith and fell into mortal sin.
Anyway, on the night of December 12th, at 11:30pm, I lay on my couch, alone, in hard labor. My husband was asleep upstairs and there was no one else there. I began to become fearful. I starting thinking about the Blessed Mother and what it must have been like for her alone in Bethlehem. And I said In my thoughts, "well, at least she knew everything would be alright because she had God with her." Right at the moment I thought of that, I felt a presence in the room, over by the Nativity set. Then a moment later, I saw a shadow where I felt the presence. (it was as if veils were being dropped one by one so I could see)Then a moment after that I did see someone standing there, but could not recognize him. Then I did recognize Him. It was Jesus standing right there looking in at my Nativity set. He was so magnificent, much taller and broader in the shoulders than any picture had painted Him. His whole countenance was majesty, peace and pure pure love. There was a light that came from within Him, and I understood at that moment, "this is the source of all light, of all love." Here is the most beautiful human being I have ever seen. Here is the Master, the Truth. And I knew at the moment that everything that the Catechism of the Catholic Church teaches is the absolute truth. He then turned to look at me, His garments sparkled like pure gold and His eyes were on fire. He smiled and said (not with His lips, but I still heard Him) "Everything's going to be alright" And then He shot these two pure white beams of light at me from His eyes and disappeared from my sight.
So, there I was, the sinner, waking up my husband, the sinner, and telling him its time to go to the hospital. I also told Him I just saw Jesus. Yeah, Ok right. At 6:02 am the following morning I gave birth to my son. As soon as I heard his cry, Jesus immediately appeared again. This time he stood right next to me, but I could only see him as sort of a negative like the shroud of Turin looks (I know many of you have seen this as well before, so you know what I am talking about) I dared not look away from Him to see my newborn son because I was afraid that if I did, He would disappear. Finally I forced myself to look away from Him and I looked at my son. Then I looked back at Jesus and HE WAS STILL THERE.
He smiled and then faded away. Ironically, there was a roomful of student nurses watching me give birth and a few were looking at me intently because they knew I was seeing something but I told them nothing.
Anyway, two days later I learned of Medjugorje for the first time and heard my very first message. It was as if Jesus said to me, "Now that I have your attention, Listen to My Mother."
A few months after this happened I was back to work, and I was of course beginning my conversion, and I was in a Basilica and came across this awesome picture of Jesus and I gasped, "Whoever painted this also saw Him because this is exactly what He looks like." I bought the picture and asked all of my Holy friends if they knew anything of the origin of this picture. Finally, yes someone knew the origin of that picture.
"Its Sister Faustina's picture of the Divine Mercy" Its the one when his
garments appear to be slightly gold. I experienced Divine Mercy first hand.
Since then, my husband has become Catholic and we are raising a very large family. I have had alot of mystical experiences since then. Maybe I will tell you about my experiences while in a coma a few years back,
because alot of those things concern the secrets, but not in this forum.
I will tell you one thing now though. Pray the angelus three times daily, because I was in a Catholic hospital during my coma and they played it on the loudspeaker and I could hear demons and they absolutely went NUTS when that prayer would come over the loudspeaker. They would say the most unspeakable things, but they HATED it so much..
Anyway, I am glad to be here with all of you - I feel like I am not alone when I come to this site. I love all of your conversion stories. God Bless.