A Miracle of Healing through Sister Dulce Maria
A Testimony
My cousin Kim jumped into the front seat of my
car that August morning, wearing her purple Lauren shirt, and a beaming
smile. I was driving her to Baton Rouge
to see her eye Surgeon for a follow up appointment after her eye correction
surgery. As Kim fastened her seat-belt, she proclaimed, “Today is going to be
very special. I’m not sure what is going to happen, but something is definitely
going to happen, I can just feel it”.
During the drive,
Kim told me all about a nun in Baton Rouge named Sister Dulce. She was known for spiritual healings, and some
physical healings too. Kim explained
that she had tried in vain to get us an appointment to see Sister Dulce, but
she thought we should still go to her. She
said that if God wanted us to see her, we wouldn’t need an appointment. I had learned to trust Kim’s hunches, so off
we went on a wild nun chase.
My mood that day
was melancholy, and my heart was full of grief.
I listened to Kim’s hopeful idea of running into the nun if it was meant
to be. The conversation and my emotion
got the best of me, and I didn’t notice how fast I was driving. The next thing I knew, I was walking back to
my car with a ticket in my hand. This
was not feeling like a very special day to me at all. As I climbed back into the driver’s seat, Kim
smiled and said, “It’s okay, that will make us right on time. It happened for a reason, remember timing is
everything.”
We arrived at
Kim’s appointment 15 minutes late. We
walked back to the exam room together.
While we waited for the doctor, we both noticed the sound of a dripping
faucet. Kim told me that something had
been going on with her and water, specifically running water, for the past few
days. She felt like the water meant something, but could not figure it
out. She got up and turned off the
faucet.
After her appointment, we
returned to the car and set the GPS for Sister Dulce. We set out with excited anticipation.
We pulled up to
Sister Dulce’s address. There was a
chain link gate stretched across half of the driveway, and signs that read, DO
NOT ENTER, and NOT OPEN TO THE PUBLIC.
Kim and I hesitated. Neither one
of us wanted to break the rules or trespass, but something told us to drive in
despite the signs. The place was a big
construction zone. We found a finished
brick building on one end of the parking lot.
The building had a beautiful round fountain out front with a sculpture
of three dolphins, pointed up to the sky in the center.
We pulled in amongst
the other cars, and decided to say a rosary.
We began to pray with our backs to the building and the fountain. I turned off the car and rolled down the
windows. We had prayed two decades of
the rosary when I interrupted Kim. I
asked her to find the phone number for Sister Dulce. I felt like we should call because we were so
close. As Kim checked her phone, I heard a dripping noise. I started to look around for the source of
the water, not realizing it was the fountain.
Kim commented,
“There’s that water again.”
Then something
caught my eye. The front door opened, and out came a nun. I was so excited I
could hardly get the words out! “Kim
there’s a nun!” She was wearing a white
habit and a cooking apron, so I assumed she was a cook. She walked to the edge
of the concrete and threw her arms out from her sides, as if to say, “What
now?” Kim immediately jumped out of the
car and guiltily ran up to the nun, explaining why we were there, “I know we
are not supposed to be here, but do you think it would be okay if we just said
a rosary in our car?” The nun responded,
“Of course, you can always say a rosary, but don’t say it in the car. Come sit by the fountain, where it’s
cool. It’s too hot in the car.”
Kim and I got out
of the car, and sat on the edge of the fountain with a picture of Lauren in
between us. We resumed our rosary where
we left off. Just as we began to pray, the nun came up to us. She put her hand
on Kim’s shoulder and asked, “What are you here for?” Kim answered, “We heard
about Sister Dulce, and we know we can’t see her, but we thought if we could
pray near her, we could receive some peace.”
The nun looked at us, and smiled a knowing smile. “I’m Sister Dulce.”, she said. Kim was right, we were meant to see Sister
Dulce today, and we didn’t have an appointment!
Kim explained
that I had lost my daughter Lauren six months ago, and we came seeking
peace. Sister Dulce got up and stood in
front of us. She took Lauren’s picture
in her hands and said “What a beautiful child.”
The tears began to roll down my face.
Sister closed her eyes and asked God, “What is it Papa?” She was quiet for a moment, listening to her
heart. She told us that there was a PaPa
that was having a hard time with Lauren’s death. She said that Lauren wanted him to know that
she was okay, and that she loved him.
She went on to say that Lauren was going through a little bit of a
rebellious time. She wanted me to know
that she was sorry for the pain.
She
asked us how Lauren died. Kim told her that
it was an accident. Sister said that
Lauren was not drinking that night. She
said that Lauren wanted to call her Mama, but didn’t want to do it in front of
her friends. Then she asked how much
brain damage Lauren had sustained. I
told her that we didn’t know because Lauren died instantly. She said, “Well, she would have had severe
brain damage if she had survived the accident.”
She indicated that Lauren would not have been able to do anything for
herself. She said that I would have had
to feed her and diaper her.
“You know
she didn’t want to be that way, and you wouldn’t want that for her either.”,
said Sister. What Sister said next gave
me chills, “She wants you to know that your prayers and candle light helped her
get to heaven, Mama. And you are one for
the candles, aren’t you?”, Sister laughed. I was flabbergasted! How could Sister Dulce know that I keep a
holy candle burning for Lauren at all times?
Then Sister put her hand on my
heart and prayed the most beautiful prayer.
She asked God to take my pain and put it into her hands. I can’t describe the feeling I felt when she
placed her hand over my heart. It was a
warmth and energy that I felt from the inside.
Sister turned to Kim next. She
prayed on her eyes and asked God to put Kim’s pain into her hands. With that, she told us to get out of the
sun. We thanked her and she turned
around and walked back into the brick building.
We stayed to
finish our rosary, but could hardly contain ourselves enough to pray. We had been truly blessed, and we knew
it. We were amazed by the synchronicity
of everything. For us to be there, at
that time, when she walked out, was just not a coincidence. We learned that it
was out of character for Sister to walk outside unaided on a hot day like that. Her scheduled appointment had just been
cancelled, and God had prompted her to walk outside the front door, at
precisely that moment. She walked out to
the edge of the concrete, not knowing why, until she saw us.
When we returned
home, we gathered with friends and family to tell them our amazing story. After the excitement, I walked my parents to
the front door. My mom started to
cry. She couldn’t even look at Dad and
me as she told us what was wrong. She explained
that when I called her that night to tell her that Lauren had been in a bad
accident, she said a prayer. She prayed
to God to take Lauren, and not leave her here to suffer, or have a prolonged
death. Mom had been carrying guilt for
her prayer of mercy since Lauren died.
When she heard Sister Dulce’s words that Lauren would have been brain
damaged, it gave her heart some peace.
Dad told us that
he and Lauren had discussed death before she died. He told her of his near death experience, and
she was very interested. He felt like
Lauren’s message was to let him know that death was just like he said it
was. It is a wonderful place, and she is
safe and happy there.
London received a
frog from heaven that day, at about the same time Kim and I were with Sister
Dulce. She said a frog fell off the wall
and into her lap at school. The girl
next to her said...
“Look, a frog from heaven!”
Kim and I
received a gift of peace that day, and we shared it. I hope that Sister Dulce received a gift of
peace that day too, though I know she did, because that is how it works. God is bigger than all of us, and he uses us
to share His loving grace with each other.
Tara Rodney
3/7/11
Testimony taken from http://frogblog.brickhouse-mercantile.com/Sister_Dulce.html
How beautiful. This gladdened my heart
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