Flat Tire Prayer

Three of my stories are included in the new book, “God Moments II: Recognizing the Fruits of the Holy Spirit.” Today, I’d like to share “Flat Tire Prayer.”

Many years ago, when my husband, James, and I were newlyweds, we were traveling through New York State along Highway 81 returning to Canada from visiting relatives in my home state of New Jersey. All of a sudden, one of our tires blew. As James was trying to maneuver the car over to the side of the road, we both said a prayer. At the time, we were very young and had no idea how to change a tire. So we said something like, “Please God, send someone to help us.” We pulled to the side of the road and immediately, a car drove up behind us. A man jumped out and handed James a can of something which inflated flat tires and plugged the hole. He then drove away. We were astonished that our prayer had been answered so quickly. My husband then filled and inflated the flat tire and we finished the rest of the trip without incident.

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The Miracle of the Rosary – God Moments II

My story, “The Miracle of the Rosary” is one of the stories included in the new book, God Moments II: Recognizing the Fruits of the Holy Spirit which will be released this September. Oftentimes, I think we expect miracles to take the form of visions or healings. But miracles also happen when a person’s heart changes. The following is a true story.

When I was about ten years old, one night after supper, I was sitting on the couch doing my homework. My parents began to argue over bills they couldn’t afford to pay. Each time my mom would yell, my dad would yell louder. It made me feel anxious to see the two people I loved most in the world screaming at one another. Don’t they love each other, I asked myself. And why won’t they stop yelling?

At one point, Dad said something about moving out. Oh God, please, I don’t want my dad to move out. Mom replied, “That’s good.” Please, Mom, don’t say that. I looked at them, but neither of them saw me or the panic in my eyes. They only glared at each other. My father went upstairs. I ran after him and watched as he got a suitcase out and started putting clothes in it. God, why won’t you stop him?

I passed by my bedroom and noticed my rosary sitting on the bedside table. I grabbed it, sat down on my bed and began saying the rosary. As I said each Hail Mary, I pleaded with Our Lady, “Holy, Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.” Please, Our Lady, don’t let my Dad leave us. As I was saying another Hail Mary, my dad walked by my room and didn’t notice that I was there. He stomped down the steps. I couldn’t hear whether he said goodbye, but I listened as the door slammed shut. “Oh, God, please make him come back.”

I continued to say the rosary, each Hail Mary becoming more fervent than the last. I prayed until my heart was bursting. Please, God, listen to my prayer. I began to say the Hail Holy Queen prayer at the end of the rosary and suddenly, I heard the door open downstairs. Without finishing, I stood at the top of the stairs and I could see my dad standing in the doorway. Mom walked over to him. At first, they were silent. Then, my father started to cry. “I can’t leave you. I can’t leave my family.” He and Mom embraced. I began to cry with joy.

Thank you, God, and thank you, Our Lady, for bringing my Daddy back.

This entire excerpt is included at the God is at Work in You Blog: http://godisatworkinyou.blogspot.com/2011/06/miracle-of-rosary.html

Cover image copyright 2011 Joseph Karl Publishing