An anonymous testimony by a St. Raphael parishioner of the power of Eucharistic Healing.
This past year, I lost one of my parents and I wasn't prepared to say good-bye. I got through the funeral with what seemed to be super strength and courage. I was filled with love and gratitude towards all the love shown to me.
But as time went on, I found myself lost in a darkness I didn't understand. I began to have conversations with God that opened the wounds of my heart that I couldn't see. The conversations went something like this:
"God, it hurts. I feel so alone in these feelings. I’m stuck in these emotions I don't understand and never felt before. I don't like it here. And I have hidden these feelings too long. Please help me."
So one night, with the encouragement of my wonderful husband, I made the decision to go to the Night of Healing at St. Raphael. As I closed the front door behind me and got in the car, I felt a small sense of peace wash over me - I knew it was a good thing to do. But as I drove closer to Church, the fear and anxiety began to return.
I began to doubt - "What am I doing? This healing stuff isn't for me, I'm not sick. My kids need me, this is selfish, I need to go back home. Only those super holy people go to these kind of things, it's not my time. I'll get through this on my own...."
I wanted to make a u-turn and go back home.
Stay tuned for part 2

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