I have never discussed this experience with anyone, I will try.Even now I find it hard to explain, Some background. I come from a very large family, I am the youngest of 11. I lost my father when I was very young, so I guess I just always took care of what my mother needed. then I left home and got married and moved to another city. When our daughter was old enough to go to school I moved back to my home town. My mother was getting older and I felt as though I needed to be closer to her. I took up where I had left off, and continued to take care of what my mother needed, I guess I almost became her surogate spouse! I had fallen away from my faith somewhat, as the young often do. But my mother was always the constant “So what is it you do on Sundays that is more important than God?”. Long story short, returned to my faith through her persistance (I’m sure lots of Rosary’s too). Fast forward to last summer, She has multiple strokes. She goes through rehab and it is time for us to make a decision on whether she will go home to live or go to a nursing home. One thing keeps going through my mind, whenever she is asked by people why she had so many children her response was always the same " God gave them to us so we would always have someone to take care of us. You know, the whole honor your Mother and Father deal! So we took her home. 24/7 care mostly given by me, I became exhausted. Not many of my siblings saw the need to help mom or me. It came to the point where I didn’t think I could do it any longer, and maybe a little of I didn’t want to do it. I wanted my life back. So I went to my brothers and sisters and asked for more help, “our” decision was to put her in an assisted living facility. I was torn up inside, I knew she wanted to stay at home, but also knew I couldn’t do it by myself anymore, I was exhausted. I spent the day in tears, I just couldn’t figure out what to do. I find that in times like this I need to get some fresh air, so I jumped on my bike and went for a ride. Happens that my usual route takes me right past my church which has an adoration chapel, I found myself pulling over and stepping into the adoration chapel. I knelt down and started to cry, a complete sense of calm came over me, and heard this, and I mean heard, “Trust in Me” How’s that for an answer! I couldn’t do it by myself, I was exhausted “Trust in Me” , “I will help you”. How can we do anything without Jesus? Mom still lives at home, I have been shown the resources and been given the strength to continue on with His help. How could I have not known? Sacred Heart of Jesus, I trust in You. Amen