- Never lean on your own understanding as a Missionary for God.
- Let’s just list this out to keep it simple and to the point.
- 🌹 When I was rejected by my birth Mom on May 9th, 2025 it was the best thing that ever happened to me. You know why? That was God’s plan all along. I was immediately sent to finish what God started.
I have gifts of prophecy and painting. They are rooted in God’s Will and are channeled by the rosary, all for the completion of Christ Jesus and what I was born to do for Him. - Sure a lot of people counted me out and hey, better cover than ever.
- I painted out in the park and found a Muslim. My first Muslim. She painted the Sacred Heart of Jesus with me and we read the Bible together. She was and most likely still is in an emotionally abusive relationship with her husband. Yes, that’s part of the story but not the point. The point is Muslim and why God had me meet her. Again, we painted the Sacred Heart of Jesus together (my version) and read the Bible (NKJV). Sure, I am Catholic by the world’s standards but in God’s eyes I am Love. God is love. I do what God tells me while everyone else tries to define me and wastes their time. Anyway, back to the point.
- God had me move into partnering with The Hope in South Bend for Eric’s Promise, and to give them a pearl. I met with them, toured the space, offered up a way and Marian High School finished it for us. Point is coming. Keep reading.
- Nothing is ever what it seems. You think Eric did anything out of selfishness? Absolutely not and because he was selfless God used him in infinite ways and still is. That’s the point. Keep reading.
- Again, after someone who pretended to be my friend took me in after my Mom died he didn’t want to share his food with me. One day while at the library someone who had been watching me, approached me. He immediately started talking about the Beast, the United States and End Times. Yeah. Yeah and Stop. Watch, yes. Matthew 24 and 25. Clock it. Watch. Listen. Move in Faith.
- After spending 3 hours sharing the Word of God with him I was moved to go eat with the people of The Hope. This happened to be the Feast Day of St. Peter’s Chair. I ate everyday with the people of the Hope, minus a handful for protection sake until the end of April 2026. Man oh man did God ever do the most beautiful things while I prayed the rosary, gave in Eric’s memory and shared in the truth of seeing the famine in my own town.
- The checkmate move was meeting another Muslim. Mind you the man who approached me to get me to eat with the people also grew up Muslim. You see the pattern?
- As I walked to the beat of God’s drum yesterday, as His little Missionary, I saw Our Lady of Providence so I painted her today.
- In painting her, with layers as always, Trump came out in place of Jesus. Then, after painting Jesus and being moved to Mass I painted again. What do I see but a Muslim.
Whistle has now been blown. Not because I actually know anything but because this is the pattern I see with Christ and now I am sharing it because it is time to finish what God started. Simply using my Spiritual Gifts of painting, obedience and love for my brother’s promise to do something way beyond me. - I moved to Colorado under the holy move of Veterans Day, anniversary of Grandparents wedding, in 2016. That’s when it all started. The Rockies. Respect. God’s Country they call it and I experienced firsthand why people say that. I learned everything under the sun simply by breathing that place in and out. I was afraid that all of the gifts from God would disappear when I moved back to my birthplace of Mishawaka, Indiana. I should’ve known not to be afraid. Colorado was training for a Mission of One Nation Under God. I arrived back to town April 2020. My Uncle, a prison guard, died the first day back. I saw his birthdate while in the wilderness of Colorado when asking God about my heart. Fast forward to my first novena ever and what showed up but every shocking thing you could never even imagine because it was straight from God. Prison ministry and the Holy See. Our Lady of Guadalupe. Saints. Spanish. Hold that thought. I was painting in the lawn of St. Joseph Mishawaka in May 2020 and was invited by the maintenance guys to redo the 1776 mural in their cafeteria. So I did and what did I see but One Nation Under God cut off by HVAC. Clue 1.
TBC. - in Jesus’ name. Amen.
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