From July of 2021 to July of 2023 for two years no medical “expert” could determine what was my ailment, that was until August of this year when a nurse practitioner diagnosed me with post Covid syndrome or long Covid. I had tested positive for Covid in late October of 2020. I couldn’t shake the bouts of fatigue afterwards until it got to a point where I couldn’t even do the simplest task, it was like my brain didn’t want to even think about a simple task. I was “counted out” with the exception of my son, my sister and two first cousins. They held out hope that I would get better and kept praying for me. My faith amounted to a grain of sand, when I would close my eyes, I would see a pinprick of light. My faith was still there barely. The only way to describe it was like in the Book of Job right after . . . . to be continued in
I am so sorry to hear this. I hope and pray you are finally on the mend now that you have a diagnosis. Its so good to hear from you.
But the Lord blessed the latter end of Job more than his beginning May God continue His healing of you
Someone told me that when they in Medugorje a few weeks ago the priest asked them if anyone had taken the jabs. When the people raised their hands the priest took them aside to speak to them and give them a special blessing. Perhaps there is some special kind of cure there, or in Lourdes?
I was falling asleep when I was posting the other night. I have been sick with a nagging cough, that’s why I had to continue it. The very next morning I tested positive for Covid again in my doctor’s office. As I was saying, the best way to describe how I felt was in the beginning of the Book of Job where Satan says “I have gone round about the earth and walked through it.” Any simple little task felt like I had to climb Mount Everest. It was like my brain didn’t even have enough energy to think. I accepted my cross, but I couldn’t accept the saying that “God only gives us what he knows we can handle” as I kept telling God everyday that I couldn’t handle this. I “descended into hell” I loathed myself, feeling like I was a demon who fleed from God. I stopped going to mass. With no physical activity I barely had appetite for food. My mind was constantly in torment. I couldn’t bring myself to attend mass, I forced myself to walk the Stations of the Cross, praying the Short Way Of The Cross. I would show up at a church before a Polish mass, go to the very back of the church where it was dark and with my rosary in hand, I would methodically follow along as the rosary was prayed aloud in Polish, bead after bead. I learned the Hail Mary in Polish. I stayed for the Polish mass. But did not take Holy Communion. My sin everyday was despair. I would frequent other churches too numerous to mention. I happened upon a weekday mass in the evening one night, not knowing that it was in Spanish. I know a lot of Spanish words but I’m not fluent in it. The priest said one of the most beautiful masses that I’ve ever heard. It felt like I was watching a Saint say mass. Like a Padre Pio. I forced myself to confession. Each day was like one more drip of faith that returned. Another night I showed up at a church for mass not even knowing that it was a First Friday mass, and there after mass on every First Friday they allow anyone to come forward to kneel and receive the anointing of the sick. I was amazed that they still had the communion rail for everyone to kneel. The church looked like it was all original. It was a supernatural experience for me as it was the first time I ever received the anointing of the sick. Before I got sick, I loved to cook my own meals. I stopped, relegated myself to fast food, horrible. I knew that I couldn’t continue that way. I began to frequent the Muslim restaurants and grocery stores, every woman is modestly dressed and wearing a hijab, the men all greeted me with “salaam” and some of the store owners, when I brought my items to check out, spoke to me in Arabic, when I stayed silent with a peculiar look one man said “I’m sorry I thought you were Arabic” I said no that’s okay I’d like to learn to speak Arabic. I went everyday to the Muslim establishments. I felt a sense of peace, the halal food, the tranquil atmosphere, no haram. I then realized, like a bolt of lightning, God wanted me to see this and how could I have seen it if I didn’t get sick. We are both descendants of Abraham. They want the same as we do, to praise God, live in peace and raise their children in a good environment. My condition did not improve through any medical doctor or pharmaceutical. I attribute this as a case of faith healing. And now I have Covid once again. The only difference now is that instead of me having just a grain of sand of faith, I have grains of sand bigger than the sand dunes of Namibia.
Yes, just recovering from the West coast invasion of our beautiful daughter, Rachel, and her five children.
Your Cross has been heavy, though I am happy for the experiences you shared at Holy Masses, sprinkled with Muslim hospitality.
Thank you for sharing this. You have a very hard trial. I am so grateful you are coming out the other side of it. I will keep you on my prayer list. I had covid last January and it morphed into a 4 month ordeal. Nothing like what you have endured but bad enough to have a small idea of what you have battled. You have ALL my sympathy and my prayers. Keep posting!!!
I think Lourdes is a great idea. Had the blessing to have been there three times. Did not get a physical healing, but there is always some spiritual healing. That said, there are miracle healings in Lourdes, some of them well-documented and scientifically studied. There is a medical commission which critically examines potential miracles. Lourdes is an approved apparition site, with actual healings, just like Champion, Wisconsin, a similar, but not so well-known site closer to our American friends. God bless!
