598. My Mother, Who Could Not Move Until Last Night

💌 598. My Mother, Who Could Not Move Until Last Night

After K took all the volunteers with her, even when my mother was still laying on her sickbed, had made those days incredibly painful. However, thinking,
“The Lord has given me an opportunity for penance with love, so let me offer it up with even greater joy,” I did my best to gracefully offer up the situation given to me. Yet, now, even crawling had become incredibly difficult.

Moreover, since surgery was required, there was no other option left. I made medicine for my mother using dry-fried dog poop, soju, and bamboo leaves and three days later, I began giving it to her three times a day. I prayed fervently to the Lord: “Jesus! I think I did my best but I am so unworthy that it is overwhelming to navigate through this trial well.

Please, may my mother be able to rise up and get out of bed with strength. The work I am doing is hectic, the pain is very intense and I am unable to admit my mother who cannot move at all, to the hospital. Therefore, even though I made this medicine from dog poop, please bless it with Your own hands and transform it with the Precious Blood that Jesus shed on the crucifix.

In doing so, grant my mother healing so that she may recover quickly and please grant me the strength and courage to overcome this trial alongside her. I wish You would grant me at least the strength to walk or crawl but if I must offer more penance, even if my body is shattered and I collapse unable to rise or even until my last breath, I will carry it through. Amen!” I prayed this as I fed my mother the medicine, one spoonful at a time.

I made the medicine with dog poop because it was a good method but my heart ached so much at the thought of giving such a thing to my beloved mother that the dew drops of tears poured down. Still, I prayed that my mother would surely be healed by the wondrous medicine that Jesus has transformed and I fully offered up even my aching heart to the Lord, hoping that His will would be fulfilled.

For some time, while I was diligently preparing medicine for Mother and helping her take it, I began to struggle even with moving myself. Seeing this, my husband, Julio, who had been deeply concerned, quietly said: “Honey, you are suffering too much. And since Melania is saying even like that, why not accept her?” Overwhelmed by pain, I believed, “Then it must be the will of the Lord and the Blessed Mother,” and finally accepted Melania as a volunteer at my house with a heart of obedience.

The sister was overjoyed and said, “Mother Julia! I am confident I can do it well. Just leave it to me.” After she began volunteering, she confided in me about her past. “Mother Julia, I actually had crush on a married man for several years. I caused a lot of pain to his wife and committed many sins, so with a heart of penance, I served sister Colomba, who used to be the president of the Charismatic Movement, even doing her bedpan. I will serve you with my utmost care with the same heart of penance for the sins I have committed,” she said.

I accepted her, hoping that through her penance, she would be saved by the grace of Our Lady of Naju. In the early dawn of the day after I accepted Melania, the pain was so intense that I could hardly sleep through the night but I moved my very heavy and exhausted body to help my mother urinate.

The staircase to the attic room where I stayed was incredibly steep. It was a steep incline that even healthy people fear and taking even a slight false step in my pain, I would inevitably fall countless times relentlessly. However, meditating on the steep way of the Cross that the Lord walked, I practiced Semchigo as if I were joining Jesus on His Way of the Cross. With great effort, I crawled down and entered the room.

But then, to my surprise, my mother had a bright smile and said, “Dear! Julia!” as she sprang up from her bed. “Julia! I am fine now! It is astonishing, right? Just last night, I was in so much pain I could not even get up but now I feel perfectly fine!” After taking the medicine for about 15 days, my mother regained her health and joyfully got up.

Jesus must have seen the sincerity of my inadequate efforts and performed the miracle of love. How could my mother, who was barely able to move the day before, be completely cured overnight? I was so, so overjoyed that I embraced her. The love and mercy of Jesus, who healed my mother, became a great comfort to me in the midst of my intense suffering.

“O Lord, my love, my Beloved! Finally, You have done it! With the same love that brought Lazarus back to life, You have restored my mother. I give You infinite thanks. Just as You raised my mother, in order that all Your children of the world may be saved, please grant approval of the Blessed Mother of Naju as soon as possible. May this bring glory to the Lord, comfort to the Blessed Mother and our gratitude never dry up. Amen!”

My personal reflection note with Mama Julia🌹💗 

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