During the Christmas season, my office, a pregnancy resource center, was blessed to be a recipient of several Advent Giving Trees. One church gave us many Target gift cards, which I planned to use to purchase clothes and diapers/wipes for our clients. I went to Target, counted out my cards, and made my purchases. My cart was overflowing...[Click the title to read what happened next.]

It was Tuesday, June 2, 2015 at our home in Detroit, Michigan where it all began. As we had done every Tuesday for a very long time, I had prepared dinner to take to our daughter and her family in Ann Arbor. Jim was helping me carry the meal out to the car; he placed the food in the trunk of the car, backed up and tripped on a crack in the driveway, and fell. He looked up at me and said, “I can't move.” [Click the title to read what happened next.]

In September 2020, I received a random phone call from a special acquaintance, Kay. I was surprised to hear from Kay as we did not have regular contact. Plus, Kay works during the day, so I knew it was important. Kay had a request. A concern and difficulty had arisen in her life, and she asked me to pray. Of course, I said yes. She then went on in an apologetic tone indicating that she knew I was busy and for me to please not make a special trip but could I, if possible, light a candle the next time I was at my church for this special request? [Click the title to read what happened next.]

Approximately four years ago with the help of a spiritual advisor, I began to become aware of Mary and her gentle motherly presence in my life, as I was at that time experiencing trials in my personal life which pushed the cracks in my spiritual life up to the surface creating havoc. [Read Carol's full story by clicking the title.]

My Father’s name was Joseph and I attended St. Joseph elementary school, but it wasn’t until I experienced a “reversion” in the early 1990s that I developed a devotion to St. Joseph. I believe that I began receiving graces from Jesus and Mary that was awakening my dormant faith. [Read Tim's full story by clicking the title.]

After being raised in a devout Catholic family, receiving the sacraments and a Catholic education, I quit. I still called myself Catholic but only practiced my faith occasionally. Over many years the Lord drew me back to His Church. But one thing I struggled with was the Real Presence of Jesus in the Eucharist.... In the fall of 2015, two years after joining St Andrew Parish, I sincerely brought this question to God during Sunday Mass. [Click the title to read the full story.]

I had never sung for a funeral before. My Grandma B, whom I loved dearly, had died and her Catholic funeral was being planned. I was already singing in church choir and wanted to sing for her funeral. [Click the title to read the full story.]

At the cemetery, after the funeral, I was standing in the snow, shivering and crying. When was this nightmare going to end? [Click to read full story.]

Alec Clark, a young man from our community, recently made his first vows, officially becoming a Franciscan Friar of the Immaculate. [Click to read an excerpt from his recent letter]

During college, when I had grown lukewarm in my faith, God allowed trials in my life that continually serve as reminders to stay close to Him. One such event occurred while commuting to school in the late 70’s.  On a sunny morning following a Nor’easter, I hit a patch of ice and lost control of my vehicle. The car sped up while bouncing back and forth against the snowbanks on both sides of the road. [Click to read the full story.]

Years ago, I had a nun tell me that if you don’t use your faith, you will lose it. It is a gift from God. I was given this gift as a child, and I bought the whole package. The Good Lord has saved my life more than once. When I was 10 years old, my parents had a summer cottage on Sugar Loaf Lake. One day, a friend and I rowed a boat across the lake, exploring a marshy area. [Click to read the full story]

In early April 2020, I learned an important lesson about the power of prayer. I was seriously injured in a freakish auto accident. I was alone in my garage, with the car in reverse, not park; I got out and the open door knocked me down to the floor. The moving car ripped the door partly off its upper hinge and trapped me with the damaged car door laying across my chest. As I lay there, I remember saying, “Please God, I don’t want to die like this.”

I was struggling to raise five children and constantly worrying about money when God told me, “Give Patty $100.” [Click to read the full story]

We kept forgetting to submit our donations. Grateful I still had a job, I wrote out the checks. [Click to read the full story]

Yesterday I had an outpatient surgery to remove some sort of oddly shaped growth in my uterus. The concern was that it was cancerous... Before surgery, I got the sacrament of the anointing of the sick (from Fr. John Linden). [Click to read the full story]