My
son and I were both home alone since his wife and children were in
Illinois at a wedding, so, I called him and said, "David, want to go
to Mass with me this morning?"
"Not today. I have a lot to do before
Tracey and the kids get home." His cell phone rang. Seconds later he
called back "Mom! They are rushing Derek (age 7) to the
hospital. He’s been vomiting and now is unresponsive. Shall I pick
you up or you pick me up?" Did David want me to rush to Illinois with
him?
"To go where?" I asked,
"To church, of course." On the way,
Tracey called. Doctors suspected a knot in the intestines. My little
grandson’s veins were collapsing. At mass, David and I knelt and
prayed. When we received the Body and Blood of Christ, we both felt a
wonderful peace.
When he needs Jesus most, my son knows
where to go. He goes to the Eucharist. After Mass, we learned Derek
was responding and doing so well that doctors planned to release him
after a couple of hours of observation. They came home that night.
In the Eucharist, we found peace, and a prompt answer
to prayer!
~Carole O’Hara
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