My sister and I went to Conyers on October 13, 1998, with a group from
our parish. She is a fallen away Catholic, and I had prayed to Our Loving
Mother and her Son, to show her the way home. I was excited for many months
prior to the trip, because I just knew something wonderful was going to
happen. When my sister agreed to go along, I experienced my first miracle!
We arrived at the farm on October 12th, and made a tour of
the grounds. At the Crucifix on Holy Hill, there were many people surrounding
it. I could only reach over their heads to touch my Rosary to the wood
of the Cross. I said a little prayer from my heart; I don't even remember
what I had said. When I took my arm down, and started to put my Rosary
into its pouch, I noticed that the chain had turned gold. We both began
to make a scene, because we were so thrilled and excited. I had asked for
a sign for my sister, not myself.
That same evening, we went to Vespers at the Monastery. While we were
waiting for our bus, someone said to look up at the sun. We were under
some trees, and had to run over to a clearing to see it. It was wonderful!
I cannot describe the beauty! We were praising the Lord and could not take
our eyes off of it to board the bus. Someone had to come over to get us.
I asked them, "How can we leave?" When I looked back, the sun had turned
an orange color, similar to that of the medicine, methiolate. That's the
best I can describe it. It was then sunset. It was amazing!
My sister kept saying that she had just wanted to see someone else experience
miracles. She never thought that she would see one! We saw numerous pictures
taken of the sun. Some of them showed images of the Blessed Mother, the
face of Jesus, and a door to heaven with a dove in it. There were too many
for it to be just a coincidence. The Spirit was present everywhere we went,
and I can truthfully say that it hasn't left me since.
My sister, while before a Crucifix, experienced the Blessed Mother's
presence when a strange gust of wind blew her hair. She feels that the
Blessed Mother had blown her a blessing.
My prayer life has been so enhanced since our trip, that I hardly have
time for anything else. I just love being in the presence of the Triune
Godhead spiritually, and feeling the breath of Our loving Mother across
my face, while being in communion with something not of this world. I feel
that I now live in a Spirit world. Many people think that I have gone off
the deep end. I do not care. I was devout before I went to Conyers, but
now I have found a new meaning to the word.
Jeanie T.
February 8, 1999