Keep in mind that though I miss attending Mass, and miss the rituals, and find the lives of the saints very useful in my walk with God, that I’m not at all sure I’m going to ever set foot in a Catholic church again, unless I have to borrow the phone or something.
…a friend of mine who’s a Hall of Famer Catholic told me to try “talking” with my mom. My new spiritual director (the coolest nun in the universe) told me to do the same thing. So I did.
This wouldn’t be a big deal, except that my mom is snugly ensconced underground in a lovely casket in Peoria, Illinois, and has been since January of 1996.
I actually [i:390ifcr7]can[/i:390ifcr7] “talk” with her, in my own mind, kind of like silent prayer. I ask her opinion (as a “Hall of Famer Catholic” in her own right) and she gives me guidance.
But in admitting this, I feel like the men in the little white coats are going to come and get me. ” title=”Confused” />
I have also had foreshadowings of future events, like my son’s wedding (he isn’t even dating anyone seriously) and my husband’s death (a [i:390ifcr7]whole [/i:390ifcr7]lot sooner than I’d like it to be).
I talked to some charismatic Catholics online, and they say that I may have a gift of prophecy (a charism, I think they called it).
I just feel bewildered, though the “visions” don’t frighten me…they’re comforting, in fact. But I’m waaaay too logical for the “magical mystery tour” kind of stuff.
Whaddya think? Wanna come feed me my meds in pureed applesauce? ” title=”Smile” />