Yes, as my blessing radiates throughout the room, I can feel the blessings and Glory of God reverberating throughout.

Amen

Amen🙏

So blessed ❤❤

Amen

Prayer is my daily FOOD !!!

Pray the salter

Pray the Rosary everyday.

My grandma saved my life from home, while was losing my white blood cells by the minute while on a hospital bed. Doctors decided to do blood transfusion to no avail. She caused a Miracle. It doesn't surprise me that your nightmares are gone!

I have no anxiety while sleeping. I pray divine mercy chaplet. And i put rosary under my pillow (I learned it from my grandmother). Before going to bed I draw cross on my head & chest just using fingers.

Yes The Sign of The Cross & The Our Father are very efficacious, specially in time of need. Let us pray : In the Name of The Father, The Son & The Holy Spirit, followed the Lord's Prayer. Amen 🙏🙏🙏

I appreciate your comment. Thank you & peace be with you. ✝️

It’s so simple. Let us never forget!

Ill always Make a Sign of the Cross when Im going out,take a bus,train and plane🙏❤

The sign of the cross is so.powerful..Always make it often..going out travel sickness anything,even make it on your forehead..it's a protection from danger n evil.thank you

Everything we start in name of the father son and holy spirit amen

Me too

I am a priest. Praying for you now. Do not be afraid.

I praise you God 🙏🙏🙏

Thank you my Lord Jesus Christ

May the Almighty bless and heal you

Pray for the intercession of Mary. Pray the Holy Rosary!

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Did Jesus ever taught the "sign of the cross ✝️" though❓️⁉️🤔👀🤔👀 It's nothing but some #PAGAN rituals ‼️‼️🧐🧐

​@@Joorawon.M.Yousufi see your comment on other comments while scrolling thru comments.. Your name suggest you are a muslim right?

9th June 2024?

June 2024 is still up coming 🤔

Three years ago I got ill with encephalitis and lost the use of my legs; my mind went wild as I saw huge owls in front of my window with a bat around their neck, their bodies crawling with mice or rats. One night I woke up and I thought I saw an elephant, but I wasn't afraid, and I called my nurse to gently lead the elephant out of my room. She answered with an Okay and that was that. That was a terrible time for me. As a Religious, I taught in Catholic schools all my life in the USA and Germany, and then I got ill. I was put on cortisone to fight the infection in my brain. When I got sick I was on a home visit at my mother's in a city in Germany. I began getting sick and vomiting. On the second day, I was unable to stand to go to the bathroom. I dragged myself along the wall to the bathroom. My mother called an ambulance, and I took me from the bathroom onto a stretcher down the stairs to a local hospital. I was in the hospital for 10 weeks. I could hardly eat and was disoriented. I was terrified, for I had never been ill before that. After 10 weeks I was transported via ambulance to our Motherhouse in Northern Germany to a local Hedonklinik for Physical therapy. I could no longer walk. I practiced standing in the hospital, but I could not walk, after 5 weeks of strenuous physical therapy and occupational therapy I began to walk with the rollator, and my eye-hand coordination began to improve. Then I began continuously vomiting white stuff, nonstop. It was terrible. I got home, worked with therapy, and even got to the point of starting to walk slowly with a cane, but then I got sick again. I began to sleep a lot. Then I got to the point that I did not wake up. I was taken to the hospital by ambulance right to ICU. I do not remember any of this. I was told that my co-sisters prayed day and night at my side. By all logic, I was supposed to die. My mother had even been called to my side because supposedly I was dying. Then I got to the point that I heard praying at my bedside in the hospital. Someone spoke to me, one of my co-sisters whom I treasured but had died the year before. Another person told me to pray, and I did. I eventually woke up and my mother was at my side with tears and my mind was clear. I could not walk. I stayed another week but then was released home to our Motherhouse. Physical therapy started again, but this time I could not move my legs. My legs were bent under terrible pain. One evening I asked Jesus in tears as if he were near me, and begged me to help me walk again. I prayed this every day with the Our Father and Hail Mary, and prayers for the souls in purgatory. After about a week, I could sit alone on the edge of my bed and hold up my body. My therapist told me to scoot to the end of the bed and push myself up at the end of the bed frame. I could stand for almost a minute. Everything developed from that point. During my convalescence, I finished the novel that I had worked on for a few years. I wrote it in English and then rewrote it in German and sent it to a publishing company, and my novel was published. All I want to express with this experience is the power of prayer, believing that Jesus is the Lord of Life and my Love, and my drive to get well again. Thank you Jesus for all the good I have received.

Water's 💧 molecular structure changes according to the environment ‼️‼️🧐🧐 Nothing to do with faith but definitely some #PAGAN belief ‼️‼️🤔🤔👀🤔🤔👀