The Power of Mothers - Our Lady Of Fatima, My Grandma and My Mother

Today is Mother's Day and also the Eve of Our Lady of Fatima's Feast. I am sharing this in honor of my very own beloved Mother, my late grandmother and Our Lady of Fatima.

Then He said to His disciple, “Behold your mother.” From that time the disciple took her to live in his home. - John 19:27

In October 2010, after getting discharged from a private hospital in Kuala Lumpur and seeking consultation of several other doctors in hospitals across, Kuala Lumpur, my parents brought me back home. It was about 7 weeks since I had not been home. I was delighted to get to go back and see my Grandmother and close family, possibly some friends as well. However, I had vigorous spasms on the right side of my body. The pain on my chest, hands and legs were really bad. I also developed difficulties eating and drinking due to mild spasms in my throat which meant that I had to be admitted for treatment.

I was admitted in Fatima Hospital for 7 weeks where I underwent many tests and got a daily dose of physiotherapy. Things got from bad to worse indeed. However, God was not absent in this time of tribulation. At about the 2nd week, my doctor allowed and in fact encouraged me to be wheeled out of my room on a daily basis to prevent me from getting all cooked up. Every day my family and a nurse would wheel me out on my bed to the Chapel. On most days, it was at night time. I was placed right before a beautiful statue of Our Lady Of Fatima. Every time I gazed at her, I saw, I knew and I was convinced she knew the pain I was going through because she looked sad. On some of my worse days, I could actually imagine, not visually see, but imagine, tears flowing from her eyes on that statue.

She had united herself to my sufferings. This was truly how God the Son, gave me the gift of His Mother. This became the thing that I looked forward to every single day, to not only be wheeled out of my room , but to especially, be wheeled into the Chapel to just gaze at my Heavenly Mother. I didn’t have to say anything. I just gazed at her loving eyes and knew she was one with me and my family in this time of hardship. I always left the chapel feeling much lighter and less burdened. She surely eased my sufferings and satiated the thirst of Jesus Most Sacred Heart for the relief of my pains and the cry of my whole being to be healed. She extended the love and peace of God so gently and assuredly and yet, directed all glory back to God.

Mother Mary was also embodied in the loving care of my own mother and grandmother. My mother and grandmother tirelessly prayed and cried out to God to heal me and make me whole again. In fact, the miraculous healing took place on the Feast of the Mother Of God, and on the eve, my mum prayed a heartfelt prayer, saying to God, “ Lord we have no strength to continue carrying this cross, if it is Your Will, heal Paul or give us the strength to go on “. The miracle was where I saw my late grandmother in the presence of heavenly light, laying her hands on me, allowing God’s healing touch to flow through her heavenly intercessions and to me. Never underestimate the power of a Mothers prayer and love. Mother Mary set the benchmark, St.Monica had radically prayed for St.Augustine, My grandma had knocked on heavens doors for me and my Mother has demonstrated the power of a Mother’s pure, heartfelt, humble and genuine prayer.

Happy Mothers Day and Blessed Feast of Our Lady of Fatima!