Hiyas RC
**“I have a picture of dear old Mom I will post.”] hmmmm.
Father Mike was teaching me about lies one day at my dinner table.
I had told Father, “that I never learned to lie…and I don’t think I wanna learns it” ( He knew I grew-up in a cult commune thinggie and was kept isolated, till rescued…who would I lie to?)
He say’d, “good girl, cause Jesus and me don’t like lies”.
I thought about this a minute, then ask’d “Father Mike, what do you tell people that bring you their baby to bless…and ask you, if their ‘baby isn’t the cutest’…when you know that baby is unattractive”
He say’d this to me. “Baby, I say 'my what a baby”
I giggled soOoOo hard…no one could finish eating, cause everyone caught my ~giggles~
The above story is true, but might be kimmie phrased ]
SoOo…
My, what a Mommy.
( I can see the Darwinist…scrambling to get here ).

When someone asks me to pray for them…I become an intercessor. That is a very serious ‘charge’ given to me, by the one asking my intersession. I take that charge seriously, reflecting upon, what is being petitioned of me. Knowing that I don’t always ( quite often, in fact ), express myself, in the way my heart, soul, wishes to convey, I too seek an intercessor. To join with me as agreeing upon what I’m petitioning, of my Father, ABBA.
The Saint I pray “with” helps keep me grounded.
Here is an example:
Christmas, I ask’d for a pony. I felt it was a righteous request ( prayer ), wish. Father Mike, interceded for me…by saying “maybe after chemo. Chemo and ponys don’t work well together, baby. If you are sick, that pony will be lonely”. kimmie phrased, but truth ].
Y’ll know he was right, and until he interceded… I didn’t realize what I was askin’ for.
It’s not a matter of “Praying to a Saint”, It’s askin’ that Saint to help guide me, my prayers…in intercession that Our Father, finds them as agreeing on His will being done, not mine.
As shown, my will…is often wrong.
I hope my storys examples, though simple, from a kids eyes and heart, can help others.
God Bless
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