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Amidst the busyness of parish events, helping in the preparation of two important parish celebrations, I realized I had neglected my prayer life. During the Corpus Christi procession as the priest gave Benediction of the Blessed Sacrament, I knelt before the Monstrance. Holding my candle in prayer, I felt the Holy Spirit touch my heart. Tears filled my eyes as I realized how deeply I had missed being close to the Lord. Though I had neglected Him during the time I needed Him most, He never left me. In His mercy, He carried me through and reminded me of His unfailing love. Thank You, Lord, for Your love, mercy and carrying me when I needed You most.

What touched me most about the Feast Day celebration was the procession of St Bernadette and her relics, and praying the rosary. It was definitely a spirit-filled evening, everyone in one voice despite the different languages leading in the prayers. In that shared prayer, I was given a glimpse of what we are called to be: one Church that is evangelical, missionary, and alive in Christ.