Louange

 

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Je suis très paresseuse, dernièrement, désactivée, pour ainsi dire. Seul le strict nécessaire n’est pas laissé de côté. Prier est un de mes besoins, demander toujours... Je suis devenue mendiante dans mes prières.

Encore avec une certaine autocritique, l'autre jour je me suis dit que c'était bien de demander des grâces, mais ne pas attendre des signes pour nous émouvoir ou motiver, ceci est une mauvaise habitude. L'Ange Gardien et la Vierge Marie voudront, probablement, des « retours » pour tant de grâces accordées.

Il faut faire quelque chose, par nos propres efforts et notre volonté, pour sortir de notre introversion, qui risque de devenir auto-soutenue. Que ce soit en guise de pénitence, à travers de petits gestes destinés à nous tous, pécheurs, comme il a été enseigné aux petits bergers de Fátima... quelque chose comme ça. Et lorsque nous pensons être capables de quelque geste utile et bon, nous devenons heureux. Nous sommes faits ainsi, nous ne pouvons pas échapper à recourir à ces astuces.

Dans cet élan de vouloir sortir du cachot mental, entre autres activités ici et là, j'ai mis sur ma liste de gestes motivants la pratique de remercier Dieu directement et indirectement, c'est-à-dire par l'intermédiaire de la Vierge Marie, de mon Ange Gardien, de Saint Joseph et toute l'équipe « là-haut ».

Eh bien, comme tombée du ciel, une vidéo est apparue sur Internet, dans laquelle un philosophe/théologien explique la nécessité de louer Dieu, surtout lorsque nous traversons de la tristesse et de la souffrance. J'ai mis le lien à la fin du texte, c'est trop bien expliqué pour que j'essaie de le répéter ici.

Pour compléter le tableau du "pas de hasard" et du "oui Providence", la journaliste, qui participe également à l'émission "On n'est pas du monde", raconte l'histoire de Sainte Cécile et, en passant, évoque son mari qui n'était personne moins que Saint Valérien, le nom de la ville où est né mon mari ! Mon mari, dont j'éprouve le deuil.

Ô Dieu tout-puissant

Ô mon Dieu miséricordieux

Ô mon doux Jésus,

Lumière et Salut

Ô Saint-Esprit, Consolateur

Vent qui sèche mes pleurs

Saint, Saint, Saint

Ô Sainte Trinité

Vous qui écoutez mes clameurs

Ma louange est en votre honneur.

Ô Mère de l'Église, notre Mère,

Reine du Ciel et de la Terre.

Saint Joseph, accueillant,

Juste et bienveillant.

Ô mon Ange Gardien, toujours présent

Mon guide et protecteur

Ô Sainte Rita et tous les saints,

Merci infiniment !

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Lift up your hearts

 

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I decided to write, here on my blog, about my literally "cordial" experiences, because I don't want this memory to be lost, and also to emphasize that I am not the only one. Recently, I discovered, while searching on the Internet, that a person I don't know is having this experience, described in the same way as mine, and, like me, she takes pictures of the hearts she sees. She also feels that it comes from "something bigger". She even wrote a book.

There are always similar ones, there is no point in thinking that we have any special privilege or originality. When we decide to share our good or bad quirks, countless similar cases appear. It is always good to know that it does not only happen to us.

I thought the first heart that appeared to me was that drop of water in the photo illustrating this page, which I saw on the wooden board in my kitchen while I was doing the dishes. In fact, it was the first to which I attributed a precise meaning and, from then on, all the others came like this — almost always as an answer. This “apparition” took place on May 26, 2015, I have never forgotten this date. I will not explain everything here, but I can say that I believe in a supernatural intervention. I have strong reasons to believe this, in addition to corresponding to the period in which I began to dedicate myself to daily prayers, including readings and the rosary.

While looking through my files, looking for a photo of myself in Brazil, I came across a little heart that I didn't remember, from a visit I made to my mother, who was sick, in February 2013. It was on the sidewalk of Aimorés Street, at the intersection with Getúlio Vargas Avenue, Contorno and Grão Pará Street (in Belo Horizonte). It was so perfect that I took a picture with my iPod (click or tap the image to enlarge it).

But it was from that of 2015 that I began to see many hearts on everything that exists: countless drops of water, snow, cement, food, different types of materials; even a heart-shaped Sun appeared to me, in a very particular circumstance. In the case of the Sun, I saw the heart through the photo I took of the Sun on the skyline, because I do not look at it directly (Prière à Saint Antoine).

They are all perfect. I think they are not like pareidolia, in which we have the impression of seeing a shape among other shapes. They are really precise hearts. I am not used to looking at the clouds to see the images they form, but I have also seen them in the sky, on the reflection of the window of my car, when I was arranging my hair in the wind.

They appear when I don't think about it. When I look for them, I don't find them. It seems to show me that I'm not making this happen, it's not me who calls the shots.

The feeling I get when I see my hearts is truly “cordial,” heartwarming, blessedly sweet.

Cordial, Collins Dictionary

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O Mary, conceived without sin, pray for us who have recourse to thee.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I give you my heart and my soul.

Angel of God, my guardian dear, to whom God’s love commits me here; ever this day be at my side, to light and to guard, to rule and to guide. Amen.

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Divine Mercy: graces received

 

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Another "epiphany", thank God, another "encounter" with Him. So many blessings, so much affection, so much Mercy for my poor and vile neurons! I need to write down my experiences to reread them when I want to remember, to relive them in gratitude and feeling, because that's how we are made, sensory. Because that's how I feel happy when I remember having received so many gifts, even though I don't deserve them, so that my feet don't falter, so that I can continue firm in the exercise of humility. And to inspire those who want to walk in faith.

Humility, yes, because it is only with a deep feeling of worthlessness that I receive these blessings. And it is with this in mind that I write. It is not to boast, but to praise God. Blessings and graces are not the privilege of anyone in particular.

Epiphany

In the visible, the invisible

Perceive

In the ephemeral, the eternal

Beauty

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My beloved husband, "amputated" from me (Uma só carne), I miss him so much. He was such a strong and secure presence, I become so afraid after his death. There are times when I feel so miserable... At the same time, I know I am unfair, because even though I am without him, I have enough to survive well. I don't want luxury, I wanted him - he was my luxury.

"The Lord works in mysterious ways", states the saying. Mysterious ways for us. One day we will see the beauty of God's ways.

In these moments of greatest anguish that startles me, I always receive consolation. I recognize that I do not deserve it, because I should trust blindly in Divine Providence and not let myself be brought down by the obstacles along the way.

When I do not notice these consolations immediately, I am "nudged", metaphorically speaking. Divine Mercy is infinite and Our Lady is attentive to our pleas for graces. The impact of "encountering the love of Jesus" is much greater than anguish, it is in the Peace of Christ. But it comes within my small possibilities, in the environment in which I live, in what I am capable of experiencing, within the limits of my normality.

God knows I like photography, sunsets, the moon and stars, phenomena we can see in the sky, He knows me better than I know myself... He is the real "Father knows best". :-)

I saw a very special sunset the other day - November 7, 2024 - (illustrative photos for this text), which I admired as a refractive phenomenon of sunlight that I had not seen before (see update at the end of this text). Two rays, predominantly blue, in V and some lilac color between them; the vertex of the V hidden in the Sun already below the skyline. Before seeing the blue rays in the sky, I saw something that reminded me of a red spear (illustrative photos). The left ray was like the continuation of the "spear". And the crescent moon coming from the east, surprisingly close to the phenomenon, from my point of view. This spectacle in the sky made an impact on me. It took me out of a moment of distress. It was like distracting crying children by showing them a toy. But it was much more than a toy, it was imposing.

Without looking for it, the explanation I "needed" appeared to me in a post on one of the Catholic pages I follow in social media, as soon as I opened my "Feed", on the same day... Because I need to be "nudged" to understand. And it was written right there on the post: "Two rays in the image"!!!!!! It was from the page Jesus' Divine Mercy.

To my miserable anguish, Divine Mercy came \/

For those who want to learn how to pray the Chaplet of Divine Mercy, here it is:

Chaplet of Divine Mercy

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Update:

From what I found in my research, it seems that they are the so-called "crepuscular rays", or popularly "God rays", or "Jacob ladder". The phenomenon would then be due to diffraction of light and not refraction, as I had thought. The incredible thing was the "timing" in which it appeared to me and the fact that there were two of them!

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O Blood and Water, which gushed forth from the Heart of Jesus as a fount of mercy for us, I trust in You!

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Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I give you my heart and my soul.

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About Our Lady:

"She is not the Sun, which, by the brightness of its rays, blinds us because of our weakness; but she is fair and gentle as the Moon, which receives the light of the Sun, and tempers it to make it more suitable to our capacity." – Saint Louis de Montfort

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Blue silver wedding anniversary

 

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... parce que l'amour est bleu !

September 4, 2024: It has been 25 years since my marriage to Leo. I can say that it was a successful union, truly blessed. Shortly after 21 years of marriage, my lover passed away. An untimely death, he left much sooner than I could have imagined.

It was a hard blow for me, a terrible shock. While this shock is gradually being absorbed, because of the difficulty I have in transforming the concreteness of everyday life, the solidity of our happiness, into a more "gaseous", ethereal state, I continue to draw conclusions that pacify me.

First of all, I want to emphasize the importance of faith, with a lot of prayer. Without this great support, I don't think I would have survived. I already had faith before, but I asked so much for it to grow and give me strength, that God answered my prayers, through the Virgin Mary, to whom I became more attached than ever, and I saw her loving and peace-making action come to our aid, in suffering.

I cannot, we cannot easily explain the mystery of this “Love/Suffering combination”, no matter how much we devote ourselves to studies.

I also had a lot of help from my family and friends, which was very important to me. In the middle of a pandemic, without being able to have contact with anyone, I benefited from psychological support online thanks to the tireless attention of my family in Brazil and Léo's family here. And when possible, I always had the face-to-face help of my "in-laws" and my friends in Quebec. I thank and will always thank all those who helped me and gave me peace of mind.

I am also immensely grateful to the country that welcomed our love, Canada, especially the province of Quebec, where I live.

And most especially, I am eternally grateful to Leo, for his love. It is a blue silver wedding, because l'amour est bleu ! Love is eternal in God, where we gather.

L'amour est plus bleu au plus haut des Cieux. And this is soothing.

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Élevons notre cœur

 

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J'ai décidé de raconter mes expériences littéralement « cordiales » ici sur mon blog, parce que je ne veux pas que ce souvenir soit perdu, et pour souligner que je ne suis pas la seule. Récemment, j'ai découvert, en faisant des recherches sur Internet, qu'une personne que je ne connais pas vit cette expérience, décrite de la même manière que la mienne, et, comme moi, elle prend des photos des cœurs qu'elle voit. Elle a aussi le sentiment que cela vient de « quelque chose de plus grand ». Elle a même écrit un livre.

Il y en a toujours des semblables, ça ne sert à rien de penser que nous avons un quelconque privilège spécial ou de l'originalité. Lorsque nous décidons de partager nos bonnes ou mauvaises bizarreries, d’innombrables cas similaires apparaissent. Il est toujours bon de savoir que cela n'arrive pas qu'à nous.

Je pensais que le premier cœur qui m'était apparu était cette goutte d'eau sur la photo d'illustration de cette page, que j'ai vu sur la planche de bois de ma cuisine, alors que je faisais la vaisselle. En fait, c'est le premier auquel j'ai attribué un sens précis et, à partir de là, tous les autres sont ainsi venus — presque toujours une réponse. Cette « apparition » a eu lieu le 26 mai 2015, je n'ai jamais oublié cette date. Je ne vais pas tout expliquer ici, mais je peux dire que je crois qu'il y a une intervention surnaturelle. J'ai de fortes raisons de le croire, en plus de correspondre à la période où j'ai commencé à me consacrer aux prières quotidiennes, y compris les lectures et le chapelet.

En parcourant mes dossiers, à la recherche d'une photo de moi au Brésil, je suis tombée sur un petit cœur dont je ne me souvenais pas, lors d'une visite que j'ai rendue à ma mère, qui était malade, en février 2013. Il était sur le trottoir de la rue Aimorés, à l'intersection avec l'avenue Getúlio Vargas, Contorno et rue Grão Pará (à Belo Horizonte). C'était tellement parfait que j'ai pris une photo avec mon iPod (cliquez ou appuyez sur l'image pour l'agrandir).

Mais c'est à partir de celle de 2015 que j'ai commencé à voir beaucoup de cœurs en tout ce qui existe : d'innombrables gouttes d'eau, la neige, le ciment, la nourriture, de différents types de matériaux ; même un soleil en forme de cœur m’est apparu, dans une circonstance très particulière. Dans le cas du soleil, j'ai vu le cœur par la photo que j'ai prise du soleil à l'horizon, car je ne le regarde pas directement (Prière à Saint Antoine).

Ils sont tous parfaits. Je pense qu'ils ne sont pas comme les paréidolies, dans lesquelles on a l'impression de voir une forme parmi d'autres formes. Ce sont des cœurs vraiment précis. Je n'ai pas l'habitude de regarder les nuages pour voir les images qu'ils forment, mais je les ai aussi vus dans le ciel, sur le reflet de la vitre de ma voiture, lorsque j'arrangeais mes cheveux au vent.

Ils apparaissent quand je n'y pense pas. Quand je les cherche, je ne les trouve pas. On dirait que c'est pour me montrer que ce n'est pas moi qui agis pour que cela se produise, ce n'est pas moi qui mène la barque.

Le sentiment que j'éprouve lorsque je vois mes cœurs est vraiment « cordial », réconfortant, d'une douceur bénie.

Cordial, dictionnaire Le Robert

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Ô Marie, conçue sans péché, priez pour nous qui avons recours à Vous.

Jésus, Marie, Joseph, je vous confie mon cœur et mon âme.

Ange du Seigneur, mon fidèle gardien, à qui la bonté divine a daigné me confier, éclairez-moi, dirigez-moi et gouvernez-moi toujours. Amen.

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Noces d'argent bleu

 

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... parce que l'amour est bleu !

4 septembre 2024 : 25 ans se sont écoulés depuis mon mariage avec Léo. Je peux dire que ce fut une union réussie, vraiment bénie. Peu de temps après 21 ans de mariage, mon amoureux est décédé. Une mort prématurée, il est parti bien plus tôt que ce que j'aurais pu imaginer.

Ce fut pour moi un coup dur, un choc terrible. Alors que ce choc s'absorbe peu à peu, du fait de la difficulté que j'ai à transformer le concret du quotidien, la solidité de notre bonheur, en un état plus éthéré, je continue à tirer des conclusions qui me pacifient.

Tout d’abord, je veux souligner l’importance de la foi, avec beaucoup de prière. Sans ce support de poids, je ne pense pas que j'aurais survécu. J'avais déjà la foi auparavant, mais j'ai tellement demandé qu'elle grandisse et me donne des forces, que Dieu a répondu à mes prières, par l'intermédiaire de la Vierge Marie, à laquelle je me suis attachée plus que jamais, et j'ai constaté son action aimante et pacificatrice nous venir en aide, dans la souffrance.

Je ne peux pas, nous ne pouvons pas expliquer facilement le mystère de cette « conjugaison Amour/Souffrance », peu importe à quel point nous nous consacrons aux études.

J’ai aussi eu beaucoup d’aide de la part de ma famille et de mes amis, ce qui a été très important pour moi. En pleine pandémie, sans pouvoir avoir de contact avec qui que ce soit, j'ai bénéficié d'un soutien psychologique en ligne grâce à l'attention infatigable de ma famille au Brésil et de la famille de Léo ici. Et lorsque cela était possible, j'avais toujours l'aide présentielle de ma « belle-famille » et de mes amis québécois. Je remercie et remercierai toujours tous ceux qui m’ont aidé et m’ont apporté une tranquillité d’esprit.

Je suis également immensément reconnaissante envers le pays qui a accueilli notre amour, le Canada, en particulier la province de Québec, où je vis depuis 25 ans.

Et plus particulièrement, je suis éternellement reconnaissante envers Léo, pour son amour et son dévouement. Ce sont des noces d'argent bleu, parce que l'amour est bleu ! L'amour est éternel en Dieu, là où nous nous réunissons.

L'amour est plus bleu au plus haut des Cieux. Et ceci est apaisant.

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Resolvi contar minhas experiências literalmente "cordiais" aqui no meu blog, porque não quero que essa memória se perca, e para registrar que não sou a única. Há pouco tempo, descobri, pesquisando na Internet, que uma pessoa que não conheço tem essa vivência, descrita de forma idêntica à minha e, como eu, ela tira fotos dos corações que vê. Ela tem também uma sensação de que isso se origina de "algo maior". Já até escreveu um livro. 

Sempre existem semelhantes, inútil achar que temos algum privilégio especial ou originalidade. Quando resolvemos partilhar nossas esquisitices boas ou ruins, aparece um sem número de casos similares. É sempre bom saber que não acontecem só com a gente. 

Eu achava que o primeiro coração que apareceu para mim tivesse sido esta gota de água na foto ilustrativa desta página, que apareceu na tábua de madeira da minha cozinha, quando estava lavando a louça. Efetivamente, foi o primeiro ao qual atribuí um sentido específico e, daí em diante, assim vieram todos os outros — quase sempre uma resposta. Esta "aparição" ocorreu em 26 de maio de 2015, nunca mais me esqueci desta data. Não vou explicar tudo aqui, mas posso dizer que creio que haja intervenção sobrenatural. Tenho fortes motivos para acreditar nisso, além de corresponder ao período em que comecei a dedicar-me às orações diariamente, incluindo leituras e o terço.

Vasculhando meus arquivos, à procura de uma foto minha no Brasil, deparei-me com um coraçãozinho do qual não me lembrava, durante uma visita que fiz à minha mãe, que estava doente, em fevereiro de 2013. Foi no passeio da Rua Aimorés, ali perto da confluência com Avenida Getúlio Vargas, Contorno e Rua Grão Pará (em BH). Era tão perfeitinho que bati uma foto com meu iPod (toque ou clique na imagem para vê-la maior).

Mas foi a partir daquele de 2015 que comecei a ver muitos corações de tudo quanto há: de gotas d'água são incontáveis, na neve, no cimento, na comida, em diversos tipos de materiais; até sol em forma de coração já apareceu para mim, numa circunstância muito especial. No caso do sol, eu vi o coração pela foto que tirei do sol no horizonte, porque eu não olho diretamente para ele (Prière à Saint Antoine).

São todos perfeitos. Penso que não são como pareidolia, em que tem-se a impressão de ver alguma forma em meio a outras formações. São corações realmente destacados. Não tenho costume de olhar para as nuvens para ver imagens que elas formam, mas já vi também no céu, refletido no vidro do meu carro, quando ajeitava meu cabelo voando ao vento.

Eles aparecem quando não estou pensando neles. Quando procuro, não acho. Parece que é para mostrar-me que não sou eu que estou agindo para que isso ocorra, não sou eu quem manda nessa casa.

A sensação que tenho quando vejo meus corações é realmente "cordial", que conforta o coração, uma doçura abençoada. 

Cordial, dicionário Priberam

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Ó Maria concebida sem pecado, rogai por nós que recorremos a Vós.

Jesus, Maria, José, meu coração vosso é.

Santo Anjo do Senhor, meu zeloso guardador, se a ti me confiou a piedade divina, sempre me rege, me guarda, me governa, me ilumina. Amém.

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