H
HelenRose
Guest
I can’t even explain how the millions of electrical impulses in my brain keeps track of all the messages that comes through my brain cells every second of the day. How could anyone explain the spiritual messages.Because God wants us to have friends to turn to. How can I possibly explain the joy of knowing that St. Anthoney is my friend and helps me find my car keys. That St. Therese the little flower cares about me and helps me deal with my autistic sister.
Especially our Blessed Mother. I can lay my head on her lap and know that she cares.