Friday, April 16, 2010
The Good Friday Miracle of 2010
On April 2nd of this year, at the prompting of Karen F., a group of us decided to spend Good Friday at Sylvan Springs in Rome City, Indiana. We had all been there several times before and everyone was talking about how the well had once sprung on Good Friday in the year 2007. We all knew that something miraculous, either big or small, would happen that day. It always does in Rome City. The kids were as excited to go as the adults.
Before the trip I began praying that I would find peace there, that the daily worries of having DVT would subside. Peace is always found at Sylvan Springs but my request was for a deeper, lasting peace about my situation. Having been diagnosed with DVT 7 months prior, my concern has been for being here for my children and husband. Though the daily duties of life quickly take my mind off of it, always lingering in the back of my mind was the possibility of what could happen.
Upon arriving at the Springs, we had a picnic and prepared for the day. We then headed up to Holy Family Hill to pray the rosary and Divine Mercy chaplet. It was immediately peaceful up on the hill. The presence of Our Mother and her Son was intense. We all took our places and began. The sound of the lulls of the children's voices praying brought tears to my eyes. I wondered and hoped and prayed that we mothers were leaving an impressionable mark on our children's souls as they praised our Lord. I hoped that as they become adults that they will cling to their faith and not to the world and it's ways.
After the rosary we were all led in different directions to explore and experience the property. Nick was on sight to give the kids a tour. A few had brought friends that had not been to the Springs before. I went into the big chapel to pray. As I was kneeling, I was prompted to go and stand at the apparition site of Our Lady of America, near the statue of Mary. I offered my intentions, including prayers for my health.
As a few of us were walking up to the main building we saw a van and wondered who was there. I then heard a familiar voice, my cousin, Bobby Kloska, his wife, Margy, and their 5 children were there. It was a nice surprise to see them. Bobby has been very instrumental in my spiritual growth over the past few years. It was very comforting to be with them.
After our visit, I then went with a few others to fill up jugs of water. As we took them to the car, I filled up a cup I had with water and drank it and kind of jokingly to myself hoped to flush the blood clot away.
As our time of departure closed in, the moms had a nice conversation with Nick Chester and thanked him for his time that day. We then gathered up the kids and headed back to Michigan.
As always, many pictures were taken that day in Rome City. I have been blessed with many miraculous pictures in the past few years. That day, however, I just knew that they would not be. Unbeknown to me, another miracle was ensuing. Upon returning home, I sent the pictures that I had to Larry Young, the owner of the property. I promised him that I would send a report when I had a chance. Because of the business of my life, nearly a week had gone by and I still hadn't the chance to sit down and write it.
In the meantime, this past Tuesday, April 13th, I started experiencing a sharp pain in the leg where the DVT is present. About every 10 minutes it would come. So, the following day I called the doctor and went in. He sent me for a scan of my leg to check the status of the blood clot. Previously, on March 10th, I had had a scan and the blood clot was the same exact size it had been the previous September, even after 4 months of medication. I had been off medication for about 3 months at this point. During the scan, I asked the tech if the clot was still below my knee. Her response was that she was unable to see it. She then called in another tech to make sure. The 2nd tech looked at me and said, "It's gone. It's not there anymore." It took a minute to register and then immediately a peace came into my heart.
Later that day, I began wondering how on earth the clot was fully there one month ago but all of a sudden vanished. It then dawned on me that I had been to Rome City on Good Friday. It all started making sense. My trip to the ER in March produced a scan that showed the clot unchanged. The random pain in my leg earlier this week prompted me to go to the doctor for another scan. The 3 months off of my medication left no medical reason that the clot would just vanish. My inability to "get to" writing my report of the day was put on hold until now, now that I have something even more wonderful to report! Of course anything is possible, but the chances of the clot just vanishing like this are highly unlikely. Smaller or a scant remainder of it would be likely, but not a trace was found.
The peace that I found that day remains in my heart. Thank you, Mary, for drawing us to Rome City so that your Son, Jesus, could heal me. Praised be Jesus Christ!