Dear Friends! I have been in Hungary for a few weeks now to spend some spring time here with friends and family, and I already have another beautiful divine sign to share with you. I pray a lot here too, especially the rosary. Something inside me spurs me to pray the rosary more than ever, and I do listen to this prompting without questioning it, as I know that there must be a reason I am told to connect with Mary in such a deep way now. The little Mary figures that have already unfolded from the candle wax twice for me are a wonderful sign that she is supporting me in my prayers and in fact, prays with me for the desire in my heart.
While I know that strong faith does not need signs, my fragile human heart is greatly comforted when I receive one. My patience and my strength in waiting for God and His miraculous interventions in my life is suddenly multiplied. At the same time, of course, I feel a bit ashamed: was my faith really this weak that signs of comfort needed to be sent to me to prop me up?
Only God knows, of course, why He decided to give me the grace of such beautiful manifestations of His love, and I with an undeserving heart take them and cherish them, and most of all listen to the encouraging message they bring: pray more; it is kairos time! Kairos time does not mean chronos time, which simply indicates time that passes and marks the beginnings and the ends of phases; rather, kairos time is stretegic time, the time when our prayers are the most effective. When we receive signs from God, it means that our prayers have gripped His heart and that He wants to give us what we are asking. However, His giving it to us does not come automatically, but it has to be released. In other words, God's intention is there, but our receiving what we desire is conditional: we have to release it through prayer. In fact, we have to pray more as it is kairos time: this is when our prayers mean the most.
So, when Mary unfolded for me from the candle wax, I understood: it is kairos time for me. Mary supports my prayers, but my input and perseverance is asked for. I need to cooperate in this process with her.
The other day I was burning another candle from Mariagyud, a famous place of pilgrimage in Hungary, and of course, I prayed many rosaries while it was burning. With this candle too I noticed that the wax was unfolding in spirals and spikes, teardrops and soft tendrils, slowly forming into something that at first was indefinite but later gained all the more significance: from the arches, the droops, the twists and the turns an angel emerged, softly holding onto the candle, balancing its tiny body against gravity. The little figure touched my heart: how can God have so much love for me? How can He, the almighty, with all the things He has to do, still have enough time to send me this message of hope for someone as little as me? He really does love all of us. Nothing escapes his loving attention, and no heartache is too small for Him to heal. This time He sent an angel to me to let me know that it is kairos time for me and that I have a little helper in my prayers; a small angel who prays with me.
Although I should not be, I am always surprised at the wonderful messages God sends to us from above. Receiving such delicate signs of love fills my heart with even more much love and hope for the future. This angel too, propels me to pray with more depth and enthusiasm. It tells me to hold on, even when all hope seems lost.