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 But when you pray, go to your inner room, close the door, and pray to your Father in secret. And your Father who sees in secret will repay you.

After three ER visits and being transferred to a second hospital by ambulance, I was really ready for a clear diagnosis and some idea of when I could go home.

I had not seen my two youngest children in at least a week.  All three of my children were wearing down my husband and the family members helping him out.

But, there I was, sitting in a hospital bed.  My visitors during the day were very rare.  Everybody has jobs and if they didn’t have work, they were watching the three little ones so my husband could go to work.

So, when Rose, my friend’s mother called and asked if she could visit.  I said, “of course”!

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Rose took the train into center city and came to see me.  She asked how I was doing.  We talked about how we need to not work ourselves so hard we get sick.  She told me about the time she was in the hospital in her 40’s.

Then, she asked if I wanted to pray the Rosary.

I said sure.

I hate to admit it, but all that time in the hospital, I’m not sure I prayed one Rosary alone.

I love when people offer to pray with me.  I am not so great at praying the Rosary alone.  Maybe it’s my ADHD combined with my spiritual weakness.

So in my private room, with the door closed, we started praying the Rosary.

During the second decade, there was a knock on the door.

The Infectious Disease doctor at this hospital had finally come to see me.  He had with him at least two students.  I told him to come in.  He started to, but then hesitated.

He asked,

“are you praying?”. 

We answered yes. 

Then I said that it was okay.  I assured him that he could come in to talk (thinking we would just pick up where we left off after he left). 

I’ve learned from my hospital stay and the hospital stays of my son and husband’s that doctor’s rounds happen once a day.  This was my opportunity to talk to this physician and I probably wouldn’t get another until tomorrow.

em>The I.D. Dr responded to my assurance that he could stay and talk in a surprising way.

He said,

“What you are doing now is FAR more important than anything I will say.  I will come back.”

I looked at Rose.  Rose looked stunned.

I looked back at the doctor and said okay, thanks.  He then repeated, “I will come back.”

Then he opened the door, got halfway out of my room and turned back.  He asked, “Are you Catholic?”

Rose and I both said yes.

He said, “Please say one for me too”

I responded “absolutely”!

We continued praying and I found myself praying the rest of that rosary for that doctor.

We finished and Rose told me she had never seen a doctor say that in her whole life.

Rose was a hospital charge nurse for years.

Rose’s visit ended shortly after our prayer.  Hours went by and around 5:30 in the evening, true to his word, the doctor came back.

He told me that he had no certain diagnosis, but a lead as to what he thought my illness was caused by.  He talked about a follow-up test.

I told him we prayed for him.  He thanked me.

The next day he came back and told me that the follow-up test did not come back positive, but he was going to treat me for the illness that he thought I might be plagued with.

As he was sitting across from my hospital bed he talked to me about my health (or lack there of).

Then, he told me that he prayed the night before. 

He confided in me that  prayer was something that had been lacking in his life and something that he had not done in a long time. 

Then he thanked me for bringing prayer back into his life.

I have to admit I thought that was really cool and had a wow moment.  During my hospital stay I had noticed others letting their lights shine in such cool ways.  Here was a moment where I could say I had let my little light shine too.

About a month and a half later I had a follow-up appointment with the same doctor.

I thought about canceling it.  I had to get a babysitter.  I had to travel an hour into town and then another hour back.  I felt better and really didn’t see the need for this visit.

But I went.
After discussing my possible diagnosis,

I asked him:

“Are you still praying?”

He said yes.  He also said he called a priest and is meeting with him in a week.  Then he added, “perhaps I will go to Confession after not going for five years.”

I smiled.

The first promise of the Rosary is:

Whosoever shall faithfully serve me by the recitation of the Rosary shall receive signal graces.

Perhaps this was a signal grace.

I’ll take it.

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My nerves were on edge as I pulled into the parking lot near the Planned Parenthood clinic. As I got myself and my three-year-old son out of the car, I made sure to grab some rosaries. I had been told to have them in my hand so the PP escort wouldn’t think I was there for an appointment . . . which would have been slightly awkward, to say the least.

I felt like I was walking onto a spiritual battlefield.

God loves us talking to Him. Prayers Matter and they do make a difference.

Let me start from the beginning.  This is a true story about answered prayer.  And when I talk about prayer, I mean both the formal kind and the informal kind.  Both kinds were answered for me this year in such an incredible way!  I feel the need to tell the whole world (or anyone who will listen)!

Last year I started saying some prayers for women considering abortion.  As I laid down to to sleep at night, I asked God to give these women hope and a support network.  I asked God to help them not be afraid and to desire life for their unborn children.

Then one day I was walking up stairs with a load of laundry and a thought occurred to me.  “I know I don’t love these women as much as God loves them . . . how can my prayers help them?”

A short time later I found the Spiritual Adoption Prayer.  I printed it out.  My husband and I agreed to adopt a baby girl, and give her the name we have longed to give a daughter for years now.  It’s not a popular name, and we hesitated to share it.  This blog post will be the first time we allow our favorite name for a baby girl to go public.

We named her Jaina Therese.

The first day we prayed for Jaina was May 7, 2015.

In the meantime we are announcing to the world that we have an approved home study and we are hoping to adopt a newborn.  We don’t have the money this time around to adopt through an agency, but if someone knows someone and we get connected with a young woman who would like to make an adoption plan we could do a private adoption.  We have an excellent adoption attorney.  We tell everyone we know and ask them to tell everyone they know.

But, no luck.

We aren’t making any connections.  My mind and heart go back to the women who find themselves pregnant and decide to terminate their pregnancies.  I start wondering if I stood in front of an abortion clinic with a sign that says, Unplanned Pregnancy? We want to adopt if it would inspire a woman to consider adoption and choose life.

Up until this point in my life, I had never stood outside an abortion clinic or Planned Parenthood to pray or protest.  I had always been pro-life in my heart, but I had never even seen an abortion clinic.

I start doing some research.  I wanted to see if any Pro-Life groups stood in front of the Planned Parenthood that is a ten minute drive from my home.  I certainly wasn’t going to go alone.  I discovered there was a small group that prayed on Fridays.  I went to the store and bought a poster board.  I took a marker and in my handwriting I wrote Unplanned Pregnancy? We want to adopt.

It looked bad.

But I still planned on going.  And one August morning, I decided this was the day.  My son slept in (which never happened).  I packed up some cereal and dressed him.  Out the door we went.  I wanted to make sure that I didn’t miss the people who prayed the Rosary.  My fear was once they were done, they would leave and I wouldn’t get a chance to stand there with my sign.

My hope was more to save a life than to find our baby that day.  My gut and my heart tell me that women who go to abortion appointments really do not want to be there.

I made sure I brought Rosaries, because I was told that an escort might think I am there for an appointment and start walking me into the building.  That would be awkward!

I was so nervous when I got there.  I grabbed my Rosaries, took my son out of his car seat and my sign out of the trunk.  I felt like I was walking onto a spiritual battlefield.

A Bullhorn and a Lollipop

Not long after I arrived, a woman started talking through a bullhorn.  She was saying, “we have someone here who will adopt your child” . .. she said other things too, but I was grabbing my son’s hand and briskly walking away.  I felt so uncomfortable and thought, “A bullhorn?  Really?  Who is going to respond to a bullhorn?  There must be a better way.”

Mary was the woman with the bullhorn.  Once she was done pleading with the young girl to not go into the clinic, I returned to speak with her.  I questioned the bullhorn tactic. Another woman who had been standing quietly the entire time with a pair of Rosaries chimed in . .

“Sometimes these girls are praying for a sign on the way here.  We might be the sign they prayed for.”

As we talked, the unexpected happened.

The young woman whom Mary was pleading with through the bullhorn walked out of the clinic with her mother. They walked towards us.  They kept walking towards us.  Then four of us were hugging (Mary ,”Anne”, her mother and me).  We all started to cry.  It was an incredible moment.

After that initial hug, “Anne’s” mom said, “she needs a place to stay.”  Mary immediately picked up her cell phone and started making phone calls.  I introduced myself.  I asked “Anne” where she was from.  She told me and I responded, “That’s really far away, why did you come here?”

Anne responded, “The clinic near me will only do them (abortions) up until 13 weeks, 6 days.  I’m 13 weeks, 8 days” – or something like that.  I know she said 13 weeks and then the days were more than 7 – so I remember figuring out in my head that she was in her 14th week of pregnancy.

I continued talking to “Anne” and the entire time my son was saying “Mom, Mom, Mom.” At one point I picked him up and continued talking to Anne and her mother.  My son, still saying Mom over and over again, moved my face with his hands so that I would look at him.  He said, “I want to go to A Baby’s Breath“.  I responded, “Why do you want to go to A Baby’s Breath – because they

have lollipops?”.  He said, “YES!!!”.

I then look at “Anne”.  Anne opens her pocketbook, takes out two lollipops.  One for my son, and one for her.  It was an awesome moment, and I was smiling ear to ear and thanking her.

Two days later I am in my kitchen sweeping.  I think, “Anne” was about 14 weeks pregnant, I wonder how many weeks ago we started praying the Spiritual Adoption Prayer.  I then counted.

Exactly 14 weeks and one day before I met “Anne” was May 7th – the day we began to pray the Spiritual Adoption Prayer.  My jaw dropped, I got the chills and I probably said wow more than once.

Could this be the baby we spiritually adopted?  Was “Anne” pregnant with a baby girl? Would she name her Jaina?

My husband, son and I continued to pray the Spiritual Adoption prayer every night after Grace before meals.

Fast forward Five Months

At the end of January I started to wonder how “Anne” was doing and if Mary was still in touch with her.  I called Mary and asked.  Mary said “Anne” is doing great.  She also told me “It’s a girl, did you know it’s a girl?”

Huh.  How about that.  We had been praying for a girl – but it’s either a girl or a boy, so that could be a coincidence, right?

I reminded Mary about the Spiritual Adoption Prayer and how we were praying for a girl and that we named her.

That night at dinner I told Matt that I talked to Mary. She said “Anne” is doing well and she is pregnant with a girl.  I then said to Matt “I wonder if she will name her Jaina .”

The text that made Mary do a double-take

About a week later, Mary checked in with Anne through a text message.  After a few days
“Anne” responded.  In the text, “Anne” thanked Mary for being at the right place at the right time.

She also said she “can’t wait for my daughter J-A-N-A to be born.”

Mary checked the text again. Who was it from?  Does it really say that name???

She called me to tell me.

I can’t explain how I felt.  I thought, “well yeah, that’s her name” and “WOW. WOW. WOW.” simultaneously.

Jana was born healthy on February 15, 2016.  Mary and I are hoping we can meet her, hold her and tell “Anne” this story.

I am so grateful and humbled that the Lord allowed me to have this experience.  I am sure He gave me this experience knowing that I would tell anyone who will listen, and I will advocate and plea with you to spiritually adopt an unborn baby.  This prayer works.  This prayer saves lives.  This prayer gives a mother hope.

Will you join me and pray for an unborn baby?  The incredibly talented Meg Florkowski created this printable. I encourage you to print it out, name the baby and hang it up on the fridge.  I would love if you commented below – did you choose to adopt a boy or a girl?  What name did you choose?

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