Yes, first, Jesus, in the Eucharist, asked me as I knelt in prayer, “Why do you continue to deny yourself receiving me? When will you come to my banquet?” This in 1985.
I had been active in a parish, attending Mass regularly and fully in love with the Church. My parents were very anti-Catholic and I had just been getting my life back together from some mistakes in early adulthood. I didn’t relish telling me them that I had decided to become Catholic when I had refused to attend church with them.
I did tell them and began RCIA later that year.
#2 many years later, my uncle had died on a Thursday. Late Friday my mother called me to say my aunt was having a massive coronary. My cousin, an only child, it seemed would be orphaned just a day after her father’s death. I cried out to God, while kneeling before a crucifix, “In your infinite wisdom and mercy, please choose what is best for my cousin.”
I heard within my soul , “This is my infinite wisdom and mercy.” And indeed as the events played out, it was for the best.
3 I had just finished praying the rosary by myself. I thought I would stay and write a grocery list. Then, a voice I hadn’t heard since 1985 - spoke the opening lines of a story I had written years ago and dictated the story to me for several more minutes. I was inspired and kept writing.
4 I had had a terrible morning with my son. I had not been the mother I should have been. I knew I would be able to go a Mass that morning, I asked one of the women I had come to know about asking the priest to hear my confession. She told me that I shouldtake my remorse to Jesus.
I did and from that moment until the prayers of the Eucharist were begun, I heard. “I love you, I love you…”
You may think I am a lunatic, but my pastor is aware of my private revelations and so is the priest who conferred most of my sacraments. They are not overly concerned since my moments are mostly about me.
They know I have a devoton to the Holy Spirit – I figure that is part of why God made ADHD.