On the Boston Marathon and Our Just Reward

Its more than a day since I attempted to begin writing this post and I still can’t think of anything to say that can begin to describe how I feel about the tragedy in Boston. There probably isn’t a whole lot I can say that hasn’t been said already and the fact that this is a blog about an upcoming marathon makes little difference. All I can do is give you a condensed account of what went through my mind in the hours and day following this horrific event. One of my first thoughts was “what would I have done if I had been one of the runners about to finish the race?” And since then I have continued to wonder, “How are those runners dealing with this?” 

I’m not talking about the poor souls who were at the finish line and literally felt the impact of the blasts. I have no doubt that their reactions were of pure terror, confusion and instantaneous grief – and for that they remain at the heart of my prayers. There are no words to express the sorrow and compassion I feel for all the people who were hurt and who were close enough to have heat and shock from the bombs forever burned into their memories.

No, I’m wondering about the runners who saw the explosion from a few dozen or hundred yards away. The ones who were passing their final half-mile. The ones who were a mile away and were stopped just after their hearts’ excitement was ignited by that final mile marker. I’m talking about the runners who were three miles away from the finish line, already celebrating the achievement of a life-long-goal they could all but see on the horizon. A goal that they would never reach. I’m talking about those who were running their final six miles after trying to get into the Boston Marathon for years. Those are the people I wonder about.

What was meant to be a video of victory and achievement.

There are a ton of different reasons people may have been running this race. Charities, supporting various causes, in memory of loved-ones, in protest to injustices, for the satisfaction of well-rewarded self-discipline and accomplishing something you never thought you could… the list goes on. When faced with grand-scale tragedy in the past I have often utilized the phrase “I can’t imagine...”  and I continue on with my prayers and condolences for the victims and families without having to imagine. But this time I can imagine. And while my heart breaks for those killed, those injured, those forever scarred in any way – my heart also breaks for those who may have poured out everything they had into this race, and never crossed the finish line. What a tremendous disappointment it would be to enter the final leg of the race and feel the relief of the home stretch, only to have the road blocked off just as I was about to accomplish something I’d dreamed of for years. And more than that – something that I am now doing not really in pursuit of victory over my own self-will or body, but ultimately in pursuit of victory over evil. What would I have done if, after promising you all for the last few months that I would pray for you for 26.2 miles, my race suddenly came to an abrupt and premature end? Well, I suppose my only option would be to keep right on praying.

Its sobering times like this when we are faced with the reality that there are things in this world bigger than our selves. Real evil exists and we have a responsibility to fight it – not with superficial words of opposition toward what we perceive as popular and trending injustices of the day, or by the glorification of a good-deed done once a year for a cause which has needs that go unmet year round. Rather we fight real evil by placing steadfast faith and unalterable trust in the One who is capable and inclined to execute all necessary justice, and all deserved mercy. And by continuously carrying out His will accordingly through our works.

Medal given to Boston Marathon runner
 Laura Wellington by an
anonymous finisher. 

It’s the little works of mercy we do, when the love of God and compassion for his beloved and suffering children are infused to fluidly into our daily lives, that really make a difference. Tonight I was privately and quietly grieving for the runners who, after months and possibly years of hard work and training, didn’t get to finish their race – when I came across a short story written by one woman who was ½ a mile away from crossing the finish line when she heard the bombs and had to stop. Walking alone some minute later,  after the relief of contacting her family via phone, a fellow runner asked her if she had crossed the finish line. When she responded that she hadn’t, he immediately removed the medal from his neck, placed it around hers and said, “you are a finisher in my eyes.” 

I couldn’t help but be thankful for this man’s compassion and imagine that if someone had reacted with that level of kindness and selflessness toward me in my hour of distress, I could never have expressed my gratitude. But then, someone did do that for me, didn’t they? 

My Lord created me and died for me, surpassing all manifestations of compassion that man could ever assume by an unfathomable margin. He has been ever at my side through thick and thin. Even when I have felt lost and all has seemed hopeless, He has remained unwaveringly near and accessible. More often than not He has approached me with arms wide open even before I’ve thought to reach out my hand to ask for help.

I suppose, in the end, the way those who didn't finish will deal with this... will have little to do with dwelling upon however much the Boston Marathon they didn't run. It will have everything to do with recognizing the path that now lies before them, and the race they are called to run for the rest of their lives. This is not a race run in the viewable company of thousands wearing race bibs and neon shoes. No, the runners in this race are united, but each is required to run alone. And this is not a race where the course is mapped out so that one might know exactly how to train to get the desired results. No, this course is often unpredictable with many steep hills and deep valleys that sometimes seem to stretch one forever. This is a challenging course which calls for more strength an endurance than anything that man could map out on his own. And this is not a race which ends in the glory of a photograph taken as the finisher is donned with a beautiful medal that will be hung on a wall. No, this race ends in the glory of eternity in paradise, as the finisher is donned with a crown worthy of an inhabitant of the Kingdom of God, that will be hung in a mansion prepared by Christ according to what the finisher has earned by his deeds. 

And so now my brothers and sisters, in the wake of this tragedy, I pray that we all are reminded of our call to sanctity. Let us be mindful of the responsibility we have to respond to this call through living out a larger-than-life, out of this world pursuit of holiness. A magnificent marathon of good will toward a finish line filled with souls won for the Lord. We are called to pour out our hearts and our very lives in an effort to win God’s children for His Kingdom. Let us be mindful that the road to eternal life is long and difficult, requiring much discipline and sacrifice. Let us give all we can to completing the task He has set before us. Let us run so as to win the prize. And if we endeavor to finish the race, He will see that we receive our just reward.

May the Lord bless you abundantly, and make you into saints. 

Prayer to Our Lady, Queen of Angels, for Protection #BostonMarathon

August Queen of Heaven, sovereign Mistress of the Angels, who didst receive from the beginning the mission and the power to crush the serpent’s head, we beseech thee to send thy holy angels, that under thy command and by thy power, they may pursue the evil spirits, encounter them on every side, resist their bold attacks, and drive them hence into the abyss of woe.

Most holy Mother, send thy angels to defend us and to drive the cruel enemy from us.

All ye holy angels and archangel, help and defend us. Amen.

O good and tender Mother! Thou shalt ever be our Love and our Hope.

Holy Angels and Archangels, keep and defend us. Amen 

Mediocre Peanut Butter

Alright enough with the boo-hooing already… let’s get down to business! My marathon is less than THREE WEEKS away! Yesterday’s 20mi run was crazy and awesome.

I woke up at 3:45am and threw down some iced coffee and a slice of toast before the Office of Readings and Angelus. I thought I’d have time for Morning Prayer as well… but it took me longer to tape my feet up this week. Still trying to get the hang of that.

Out the door at 5:25am. I deposited my water bottles in the bushes of various random houses along the first four miles. Gatorade bottles and Clif energy shots (which I will be using on race day, so I started to train with them some weeks ago) were left in front of a mural of Our Lady of Guadalupe on the wall of the church hall at Mile 2.5. Thus, I ensured my hydration and sodium/potassium fixes for the day’s course.

I think I got in about 6 rosaries, a Divine Mercy chaplet, and about a hundred Memorares. I thought I would be rather out of shape, since I ran less than my planned distance for this past week – opting instead to try and let my feet heal. But oddly enough, I actually felt like this 20mi run was much easier than last week’s 18… as far as muscle fatigue goes anyway. But I think it was mostly due to my body just easing it’s way into shock somewhere along the way. I was exhausted but pumped during the last 4 miles… because I hadn’t been experiencing too much irritation in side my shoesies… and was proud of my apparently well-executed tape distribution. Well I came home to discover that my feet did not look as good as they felt… and my runner’s high has long since worn off, lol. But in the end… I lived. Praised be Jesus Christ! The rest of the day was just as amazing, as I hobbled around doing various things like:

-Eating the best mediocre peanut butter & banana sandwich of my life

-Passing out Litany Run flyers and chatting with people from my home parish before and after morning mass

-Finally getting to say Morning Prayer and Daytime Prayer around 12:30pm

-Mashing up avocados and hard-boiled eggs together

-Attending Latin Mass and praying Evening Prayer in a tiny adoration chapel

-Being invited to dinner by an awesome family – where I grubbed on chile verde. Cuz I’m a Mexican.

-Randomly attending an Ike Ndolo worship/Holy hour and chattin with a few old friends.

Needless to say, I ate much things. And it was good.

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Now I enter the final stages of training before race day. The longest distance I’ll run between now and May 5^th will be 9mi... which just means that I’ll have more time to pray for you in front of the Blessed Sacrament instead of on the road, my friends! We came really close to the $10,000 this weekend – just $150 short! God is so good! Perhaps I you will help me pass that mark by the end of the day? What a glorious sight it will be!

For now, I’m off to my morning prayers and then mass (today I am offering my mass for everyone who has so kindly sent me prayer requests even though they can’t afford to help me financially. Please know that I wholeheartedly welcome these emails and messages… and encourage you to contact me with prayer requests even if you can’t sponsor me!)… and then a voice lesson with my home parish priests! Yes, I am still tutoring them in Englishpronunciation. What a gift to be able to use my education to help the Rogationists – a religious community whose apostolate it is to pray for and promote vocations!

On top of my continued training, this week I am spiritually preparing for my first visit to St. Michael’s Abbey this coming weekend. The Abbey is the home of the Norbertine priests whose idea it was to establish a women’s community – the founding fathers of the Bethlehem Priory of St. Joseph! I feel so blessed to have the opportunity to make a mini-pilgrimage down to Orange County and pray with them just two weeks before the race. I’ll also be doing my Sunday run on or near the actual race course this Sunday :).

Please keep me in your prayers as I continue to try and spread the word about Litany Run. The clock is ticking and I would love to fill much more of my upcoming marathon with your prayer requests. Please help me by sharing this with someone today! 

1 Corinthians 9:27

A humble plea

One thing I ask of the LORDthis I seek:To dwell in the house of the LORDall the days of my life,That I may gaze on the loveliness of the LORDand contemplate his temple.
 

21 days away from The OC Marathon and I’m getting ready for my longest run EVER in tomorrow morning. 20miles and more than 100 people to pray for, so far. I can’t believe its only three weeks away! I’ve been training since January and it all feels like its coming to a slow end, as I look toward the coming weeks of shorter runs before race day.

But I know that it’s not coming to an end. Race day is still on the horizon and I have no doubt that the marathon will be the most physically challenging thing I’ve done in my whole life (and lets consider that I used to work in fitness and let fellow trainers put me through all kinds of torture). Not only because I’ll be running 26.2 miles, but because over the past few weeks I have really started to approach the more physically challenging parts of running through seeking solidarity with the saints who went through physical trials. And thinking about how much sacrifice the Lord sometimes asks, of those He makes strong enough to be able to bear it, can be quite scary and intimidating. I don’t know what I’ll experience on the day of the marathon, but I can say that up until now God has only been revealing Himself and His mercy more and more as my training becomes more challenging.

Of course my marathon has transformed into less of a fundraising effort recently, and more of an effort to gather prayer requests even from people who aren’t able to support me financially. God has placed you in the depths of my heart, my friends, and I want to pray for as many people as I can. You know by now that this is how I want to spend my whole life. But I continue to need your help. Please understand how difficult it is for this poor, incredibly proud sinner to ask for this kind of assistance. And I feel at this point that my twitter and FB posts are just getting annoying. I do so earnestly apologize for anyone who has been fed up with me talking about my race in recent weeks. But where the sponsorships seemed to be on an incline for a short time, it now seems as if interest in my effort is dying out.

I am praying for the strength to persevere, and for charity in my heart, because you, my friends, have told me yourself just how much my running this race means to you. My heart burns for the desires you hold deep within yours, and I am praying the Lord will give you peace through all of your own trials, even if He is asking you to accept heavy crosses that sometimes seem too heavy to bear. Oh how I wish that money had nothing to do with my running this race. Truly I do. I wish that I could run solely for your intentions and cease this horrible plea for financial aide. But this is my cross, and if the Lord should ask me to endure it for five, ten, even twenty more years before I am free to finally give him my full “Yes,” then I will continue running with such fervor that all demons which plague the world will cower and hide when they hear the sound of my sneakers coming down the street.

I know that the Lord is with me. He dwells in the depths of my heart and I need only to quiet my mind to see Him firmly planted at the root of my being. But I am human. And I worry sometimes. And I have fear sometimes. And I feel lonely sometimes. Please, my brothers and sisters, I beg you to pray for me as I draw more deeply into this experience of trying to trust completely in the Lord – that He will someday allow me be free of this worldly obstacle of my debt. I long to spend my life offering perfect prayers for you and all your needs. But I must be free to do this, which I am not yet. 

If you are reading this, and have not yet felt moved to contribute but think you might soon… please, I am asking you to do so now. It is 4:30 on Saturday afternoon and I am so close to the $10,000 mark, which I was hoping to reach by the end of this week. Please don’t wait any longer my friends! These next three weeks are so crucial, and the more support I have, the more others might feel moved to contribute to a worthy cause. And I ask you to trust me, my faithful brothers and sisters, that while I am an incredibly unworthy servant of the Lord, your gift to my vocation is a gift to Him. You are helping me give my life to Him – so that He can make me worthy of serving Him for your sake – and that is a worthy cause.

Lord give me strength to embrace your timing. Your timing is perfect. I know I must wait. 

May God bless you abundantly, and make you true saints. I ask Our Lady to give you peace. To give us all peace. 

25 DAYS TO GO!!!

Benedicite my friends! Today seems to be a very amazing and special day. No doubt Our Lady, whose Feast of the Annunciation was yesterday, has had her hand on Litany Run this week! Thanks be to God I was able to make quite a substantial payment on my student loans this week, and am officially down to a total of $45,975.93 left to go! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

 

The number of views on this blog also just passed 2,000 this morning. Thank you for sharing LitanyRun.com and leading your friends, family, and community to read more about my journey on this blog. I seriously can’t express how much your support through prayers and sharing my story have helped me.

 

This weekend the meter at gofundme.com/litanyrun passed 15% through a generous gift from someone from my home diocese, what a blessing! I think through your prayers, support, and the intercession of Our Lady and the saints, Litany Run might be able to pass the $10,000 mark by the end of the week. If you know anyone who could possibly help me achieve that, please tell them that I’d like to inviteeveryone who sponsors me between today and Friday to send in an extra prayerrequest, and I’d love to add them to an additional mile of my run!

 

Other awesome things since my last post:

 

1.)    Bl. Pier Giorgio Frassati’s 112^th birthday was this Saturday. He is the patron future-saint of Litany Run, and my friends and I celebrated by renewing our baptismal vows, as was suggested by www.frassatiusa.org.

2.)    Divine Mercy Sunday – I ran with the Divine Mercy Chaplet this morning… 18 miles around town! Then cantored at my home parish before joining a great friend for a Rosary walk and Traditional Latin Mass at St. Anthony of Padua in Fresno. A beautiful homily given by Fr. Baca!

3.)    Feast of the Annunciation of the Lord – I attended mass and then adoration at Our Lady of Perpetual Help church in Clovis – where I renewed my consecration to the Blessed Virgin Mary. Then recorded an interview for Immaculate Heart Radio which will air in San Francisco and Reno this coming weekend!  Dinner with my amazing friends who also renewed their consecration to Our Lady yesterday =). Also it was my boss (the diocesan vocations director)’s birthday!  

4.)    Today we celebrated Bishop Ochoa’s 70^th birthday at work, AND Fr. Dan was given a belated birthday cake too J. Much chocolate.

 

 

Sunday’s run was my longest distance ever. I didn’t do a long run last week because of Easter, so it this week was a bit more challenging. But was encouraged by the incredible amount of love and support I’ve received over the last few weeks, and dedicated much of this run especially in petition for all of the graces forwhich people forget to ask. This was an incredible aid, especially in the last three miles when I had been feeling irritation in places where I taped my feet for several miles, and was quite ready to be finished. I spending my first 16 miles on the big loop around town, I ran the last two in the park and asked Litany Run’s patron saints let me feel their presence as much as possible during those final loops. I thought about all of the people who have never heard of Jesus and have never experienced His Divine Mercy, and I prayed for awareness that on race day I will be running another eight miles on top of what I did this week. I’m looking forward to it.

 

I woke with a prayer of thanksgiving this morning – my heart ready to take on an easy five miles. Unfortunately my feet were not in agreement. I’ve been pretty good about preventing blisters as much as possible, and draining/treating carefully the ones that pop up anyway, so far. But this morning one of them was not looking very pretty. Determined to get the miles in despite my clearly poorly conditioned soles, I laced up. It only took about two steps before I acknowledged that it wasn’t going to happen. Much as I wanted to go on my rosary run today, I need to keep in mind that I’m gearing up for 20mi this coming Sunday, before tapering off for the last couple of weekend before the race. I need to do what I can to make sure I’m ready to serve the Lord as best I can on what will be the longest distance I run before May 5^th. So I unlaced and got in some plyometric/calisthenic work instead. I was a tiny bit discouraged, but knew I was making the smarter decision by not running today. Please pray that I’ll be ready to get back on the road by Wednesday!

 

We’re now only 25 days out from The OC Marathon! I’ve added a countdown clock to the homepage of LitanyRun.com, as well as an easy “Donate” button which takes you to my personal Paypal account… for anyone you know who would be more likely to help me out without having to go through any extra steps. All the gifts that I get through that account will be added to my GoFundMe page manually. Thank you for your amazing support, my friends. Please continue to share Litany Run with as many people as you can!

 

May God bless you abundantly during this continuing season of Easter. I am praying that you will become saints!

 

 

AMDG

The Countdown is on!

Hello again! How did April 5^th creep up on me so quickly?! The OC Marathon is now only 1 month away and Litany Run is kicking into high gear!

I woke up just in time to pour my coffee and pop in a piece of toast before going on air with Wake Up Louisiana. The good folks over at Catholic Community Radio were kind enough to let me share my story with them for a few minutes just as my future sisters over in Tehachapi were lining up to enter the chapel for Morning Prayer. When I hung up, I joined the community in prayer (from my own little corner in my own little room) and gave thanks for the opportunity to share Litany Run with a few new listeners down south… and for the invitations I received to be on a couple more radio shows next week!

I hit the concrete around 7am for my 5-mile-Friday run, setting out on a path I’ve now run countless times since my teenage years. From my house to a park in the neighborhood which has a loop that comes to about ¼ mile, and back. I know this route very well and could probably do it with my eyes shut. Actually… I practically did do that a few weeks ago. When people ask me where I train and I answer “On a loop around a park near my house” most of the time the reaction I get is, “I hate loops,” or, “Oh man I just can’t do that.” Perhaps the idea of running the same route over and over again is unappealing to most people. I suppose it used to be that way for me, too.

But these days I feel differently. In training for Litany Run for the past 2.5 months, there have been very few times I’ve chosen to run somewhere different from either this park, or the 4 mile loop from my house to the church and back. The repetition in these routes actually give me comfort. Knowing almost exactly how far I’m running each time (even without the use of my GPS) allows me to focus more intently on the prayers that I offer in thanksgiving and petition for all of my sponsors’ needs. I have truly begun to feel the presence of Litany Run’s patron saints as I go through each mystery of the Rosary and ask these holy people to guide me, and to run with me along my path! Repetition may seem dull to some people, but for me it is a relief. And there hasn’t been one training run yet where I haven’t felt the presence of our Blessed Lady, and been comforted by meditating on her sacrifices, and those of Her son.

This week has taken me deeper into prayer for parents – especially those who make tremendous sacrifices for their children, which often go unappreciated. When I think about how Our Lady must have felt as Jesus was experiencing his Agony in the Garden, what could have been going on in her mind during His Passion, and how much strength is must have taken for her to not only stand there and let it happen, but to do everything she could to be as close to Him as possible – all the way up to Calvary… well I wonder if I would have had the strength to do the same for my son if I were in her place. She knew from the beginning that she would experience great sorrow, and she said “Yes” to God anyway.

“And Simeon blessed them and said to Mary His mother, “Behold, this Child is appointed for the fall and rise of many in Israel, and for a sign to be opposed—and a sword will pierce even your own soul—to the end that thoughts from many hearts may be revealed.” –Luke 2:34-35.

Parents give up so much for their children. I hope that I can begin to show greater gratitude toward my parents for all they’ve done for me, for the short time I have left with them. If I am called to follow in Christ’s footsteps, I am called to treat my parents with as much dignity as He did for His mother. And more than that, if I am called to follow Our Lady when I enter the cloister and begin my journey as a spiritual mother, how much more am I called to imitate the incredible love she had for her Child?  To sacrifice all of my comfort and she did when she watched Him die? To suffer all that I can for the salvation of souls, because this is what the Lord has called me to… and I have said “Yes.”

God grant me the strength to love all Your children as a mother loves her children. For You fulfill the greatest desires of my heart, and I wish to give my everything for You.

And now time to catch up. Or - A very Norbertine Easter

Okay okay I know! Its been Easter for 5 days and I haven’t posted yet. STOP PRESSURING ME! Just kidding. Benedicite my friends!! I hope you’ve been having as glorious and Easter as I have. I do not, however, wish upon you the decrease in muscular endurance that I have experienced.

Taking Holy Week off from running was a good choice for my feet, which were in dyer need of some recovery time. And for my soul! …which was bountifully nourished by the quiet of the monastery and opportunity to chant the ancient Gregorian liturgy with my future sisters. My legs, on the other hand, have been reaping the consequences of those recovery days since I hit the road again early Monday morning.

I did a bit of hiking while visiting my future community in the mountains last weekend, but not enough to maintain the stamina I had been building up until the Triduum. This week’s runs have been challenging. Thankfully the progression of the Divine Mercy Novena and some beautiful prayer requests I’ve recently received have combined to inspire and motivate me even on days like today – when I had an 8-miler to take care of in some less-than-desirable weather. By the grace of God I got it done, and am now looking forward to tomorrow’s breather at 5 miles, before taking a rest to gear up for my 18-mile long run this Sunday!

I must apologize that I did not take the initiative to snap many pictures of Holy Week at the Bethlehem Priory of St. Joseph. I was too distracted by Jesus! (The Altar of Repose was actually set up inside Bethany House – where I sleep when I visit… so I had Him in my living room all weekend long. It was great.) Except for this one of me with Mother Mary Augustine, O. Praem., which was taken just before we said goodbye on Easter Morning:

You should pray through the tiny Lady for the other two ladies in this picture.

I won’t go into too much detail about the events of Holy Week at the monastery. Suffice it to say that it was the most beautiful Triduum ever, and if you ever get a chance to visit and experience it… DO. Each morning we woke for Tenebrae by candlelight at 3:30am, and continued our days with much meditation, adoration, and the indescribable beauty of the Divine Office. Abstaining from all food and drink apart from coffee on Friday, (by my own choice… not a tradition of the sisters’), something I’ve only done once before, was also a challenging yet fruitful decision. Having not taken any food after about 3pm on Holy Thursday, by the time we finished the Good Friday service that afternoon I was already feeling a bit weakened. I remember thinking that having no food or drink would be impossible for a human to maintain for 40 days and, when I rhetorically asked a friend, “How the heck did Jesus do it?” I was snapped back into reality by his resoundingly concise answer, “He was God.” After a brief day and a half of solidarity with the hungry Jesus, as well as with all the poor souls living in poverty even now… I was thankful for my toast and yogurt on Saturday morning.

The seven readings at Easter Vigil were all done in Gregorian chant, just as everything else had been all week. It was breathtaking, of course. And also comforting that several of the readings were done by novices, perhaps symbolizing the catechumens who were coming to the Church all over the world that night – and the necessity for zeal and participation by all those young and new in the Church.

Clearly a picture of Advent, but a rare view from
inside the cloister, just the same!

The consecration of the Holy Eucharist at Easter Vigil is the community’s high point of the liturgical year, as it really is for the entire Church Militant. Turning the lights back on, ringing the bells again, and receiving the Body of Christ just after the stroke of midnight… were like a renewal in spirit and an unveiling of the Lord’s ultimate Gift to us, welcoming Him back as if He had been absent for a very long time. How very present Jesus made himself that night! And how very very thankful I am to be looking forward to my future in this ancient order which gives such solemn reverence to Him in the Eucharist and through their lives. If think you can top the beauty of the Norbertine liturgy please, invite me to where I can experience that! I would welcome something more reverence-inspiring, but I’m just not sure it exists =).

The race is one month away!! This week the income of sponsorships has steadily and significantly decreased and I am now looking for new ways to get the word out about Litany Run. Over the last few days I’ve contacted as all of the Catholic radio stations whose email addresses I was able to obtain. Now just praying for responses! I’m also writing up a blog post to be published at MyYearOfFaith.com on April 19^th, so God willing that might increase traffic on gofundme.com/litanyrun a bit. Please keep me in your prayers as I enter into the final 5 weeks of my training, and sponsorship crunch time!

May the Lord bless you abundantly. I am praying that you will become saints!

Totus Tuus

AMDG