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Consider the Lilies. . .and the Thumbs and TheToes. . .

Consider the Lilies. . .and the Thumbs and The Toes. . .


            This past Wednesday I went to a healing Mass with 2 very good friends.  It was a great experience.  I haven’t been to a Mass such as this for quite a while ~ refreshing. Simply refreshing. . .

            Years ago I was involved in the Charismatic Prayer Movement and enjoyed all the people who were involved.  I loved the things I learned, but most of all I loved the way God touched our lives in many and various ways.  Healings occurred, prayer became deeper, and the Holy Spirit moved in and around our lives and in the people we knew.

            As the years passed and people moved to other places, we as a group kind of faded out, but the memories and practices are still there within us.  Since that time I have had a yearning to gather to pray in that way once again.  I think we have found it.

            Now I must say that the Charismatic Movement may not be your cup of tea so to speak.  It may be you feel more comfortable within a more traditional type of Mass setting; that is fine, no problem here; but  for me, I really do enjoy being able to stand up and clap my hands and sing out loud to praise God.  We all feel better worshipping God in a setting that is most conducive for us to worship.

            Before the Mass ends, the main celebrant will stand and deliver to the people a “Word of Knowledge”.   A “word of knowledge” is a special message to a person or persons after much prayer by the team saying the Mass or in the case of lay prayer groups, anyone in that group may receive that word of knowledge.

            At this Mass, the priest asked that if the word of knowledge applied to you or a family member for whom you are praying, to raise your hand so the priests will know that the messages are from God and for those around that person can continue to pray with that person.

            A couple of the words of knowledge actually named (first name) the person the message was meant for.  Many of the words dealt with healings of one kind or another (one person prayed for a bone marrow donor and God acknowledged that one would become available), another for someone with Sleep Apnea that it would be healed (I claimed that one because I have sleep apnea and it is bad).  Many marriages would be healed and so forth.  Then it came, God was telling someone that their swollen and painful right toe would be healed and someone else’s thumb would be healed.

            I began to think about this Mass and the words of knowledge. . .what an amazing thing!!!  Sometimes I think that God is just too busy to worry about my little things, he has bigger fish to fry!!!  I mean, why would God care about my  thumb or my toe?  He has so many other things to be concerned with. . .like world disasters, people suffering with so many diseases and illnesses, marriages in trouble and teens on drugs.  Not to mention those who just don’t believe He exists! 

            Oh how little I knew about the greatness of God’s concern.  He has told us these things over and over again in Scripture, such as Psalm 139:1-2 “Oh God, You have searched me and known me.  You know when I sit down and when I rise up; You understand my thought from afar.”

            Or, Luke 12:27-28  “Consider the lilies, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin; but I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory did not clothe himself like one of these.  But if God so  arrays the grass in the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, how much more will He clothe you, O men of little faith!”

            However, I have not forgotten what God has done for me in my life.  If you have been reading my blog you know that nearly 7 years ago I had a double lung transplant.  I know without a doubt that is was the hand of God who saved my life.  I know this because he sent me a priest the night I was called to the hospital.  This priest is someone that I worked for many years ago.  He had several years before my transplant moved to California.  I hadn’t seen him in years.  Then on September 30, 2005 who showed up in the hospital lobby at 1:30 in the morning was Fr. Eugene Bonacci, CP.  He didn’t recognize me at first because of the weight gain from steroids and my oxygen equipment.

            I sent my husband out to get him because Fr. Eugene walked past us and to the door.  When he came back inside I said, “Eugene?”  He said, “yessss”.  I could tell he didn’t recognize me at the time.  I said, “You don’t know who I am, do you?”  He said, “Honey, I don’t know anybody at 1:30 in the morning.”  After a short time of telling him who I was his eyes got big and he said, “Sandy?”  “What are you doing here?”  I told him I was there to have a double lung transplant.

            The look on his face was priceless!  It was a combination of shock and sadness.  He took my hands in his and prayed for me.  As he left he told me he wished me all the best.  He went back to California.

            After he left I felt such peace that I just knew I would be ok.  It’s a knowing that God has just touched me with life ~ and he sent Fr. Eugene to touch me.

            I didn’t see Fr. Eugene for another 3 years.  He asked me how I was doing and I told him I was doing very well.  I also told him I believed that God sent him to help me.      Then he said,  “I never told you why I was in the hospital that night.”  He told me he had just left the bedside of a friend who had died.

            I looked at him and said, “Do you realize that you walked from death to life that night?”

            Yes, God does care about the Lilies of the field, your thumb, your toe.  If God can  care about the least of these things, how much more will He care for YOU!


Sandy Ozanich © 2012




Happy Heart Day!

Happy Heart Day!

My heart belongs to my husband Tom, my grown children Megan, Kelly and Brian. . .also our 4 grandchildren, Colby, Nathan, Maya and Natalie.  What heart can contain the love of parents for children AND grandchildren. . .

However, I am only able to love them because God loves me first and I love God first, although I must admit that I don’t always love God first.  Loving God first helps us to love  those around us, our family, friends and even those who aren’t that loveable to us.

It takes a lot of heart to love and be loved!  Be that source of love and encouragement to those around you.  This world will be a much better place for you and for your little corner of the world!!!

As a friend of mine says, “LOVE WINS!!!”


Sandy Ozanich ~ Copyright 2012

What A Day. . .

I’m having a crappy day today and as a matter of fact the whole weekend was rather crappy.

My body hurts, I’m tired and sweaty.  It’s my joints really that are hurting.  More than that I didn’t go to work on Friday nor today, which is Monday.  Here’s the thing, I’m feeling absolutely guilty for not showing up.  I sent my husband to pick up our grandson for school and I called off work.

I know that sometimes my body just says, “That’s it!  Had enough this week.”  I hate feeling like this because it brings me down into that place where I would rather not be.  I also had some terrible nightmares ~ and I rarely if ever remember those.

I just had to rant a little because I’ve been through this before and I am asking God to help me see what it is I am missing.  Maybe I’m not missing anything at all, maybe it’s just one of those days. . .What am I supposed to learn from this situation.  And then again, I do have the bad habit of over-analyzing everything.  I hate that too.

So, okay, not every day is a pleasant experience and I thought I’d share mine with you.  Aren’t you glad I did???

I will pray for you ~ I ask that you pray for me.

Sandy Ozanich ~ Copyright 2012

God Does Not Die. . .

“God does not die on the day we cease to believe in a personal deity, but we die on the day when our lives cease to be illuminated by the steady radiance, renewed daily, of a wonder, the source of which is beyond all reason.”  Dag Hammarskjold

I was cleaning out my computer room, the one that actually gets all the STUFF that none of us know what to do with right away.  Which is another way of saying that it will stay there until I throw it all out.

I came across this quote from Dag Hammarskjold and began to think about what it is trying to say.

I hear this quote saying that if I allow my day to day life to go on without communicating with God, giving my day and my activities to Him, my life will become dry, dreary and without true life. . .it will be as if I am dead inside.  Eventually those I interact with will notice the change.  I will appear as one who doesn’t care about anything, who walks in darkness without rhyme or reason.

Lord, help me to see how much I need to connect with you each and every day.  That is through Your love I find light and life.  Help me to see that being close to you brings me closer to your creation and your people.  I want to thank You for Your love, inspiration and Your constant reminder that to love another is to love You.  Amen

Sandy Ozanich ~ Copyright 2012

The Challenge

The challenge has been placed before me.  Do I dare refuse the man whose whole earthly life was spent in consecration, in humility, in suffering for my sins?  My gratitude to the Lord of Creation places before me the quest of becoming like Him, whether convenient or inconvenient.  What is in my past my gracious Lord has forgiven.  What lies in my present, my loving Lord guides.  What lies head of me, I do not know.  I can only be sure of this,  Jesus Christ is my Lord ~ yesterday, today and tomorrow and I belong to Him.  I consecrate myself to Him.  I live only for Him.  In all my imperfections, I know He purifies me.  Let me not oh Lord resist your loving hand.  Let me realize myself as someone in need of Your love and patient forgiveness.  May I always accept humbly and graciously Your love, Your chastening, Your forgiveness, Your call to holiness!

Sandy Ozanich ~ Copyright 2012

Of Consummated Love

A whispered sigh,

A warm embrace

As tears roll down her blushing face,

A consummated love.


All the fears,

the stories told,

All the wives tales, new and old,

Of consummated love.


But now the sweetness,

ah the glow,

Have put an end to stories told

of consummated love.


A whispered sigh,

A warm embrace,

Have now turned night to midnight lace

and consummated love!

Sandy Ozanich ~ Copyright 2012

The Watchman

He was standing in the  doorway

looking taller than the night,

and His eyes became like dancing flames

as they caught the soft moonlight.


And as I walked on toward Him

He quickly left that place,

but I followed close behind Him

never knowing what we’d face.


He led me to an open field

where the sheep and little lambs grew,

and He laid his hand upon me

and spoke these words so new.


“Feed my sheep and warm their hearts,

never leave them all alone.

You are the watchman of my flock,

so give my sheep a home.”


He didn’t say another word

but slowly walked away,

and yet I knew beyond a doubt

that I had found aa way.


I pondered on the words He’d said

and thought about the way

he never had to raise His voice

to make me learn to pray.


I simply followed close behind,

drawn by this strange new man

who spoke with such authority

by simply raising His hand.


I didn’t realize then my friend

the power He possessed,

but I knew I wanted more of this

new joy that filled my breast!


And then one day I saw Him ~

at least I thought it was

the same man who had led me

to that field among the straws ~


His face was torn and beaten,

His legs were black and blue ~

but I never will forget those eyes

that had that dancing hue!


As fear began to grip me

He slowly turned my way

and gave me such a peaceful smile

that all I did was say,


“I’ll follow anywhere You go

and do those things You choose,

because a man with all Your strength

can never, ever lose!”


And as He hung upon that cross,

His love for us was sealed,

because He suffered for us all

and to us He revealed. . .


That He’s the Son of God on High

His gentle touch was felt

by the strongest men in all the world

and at His gaze they’d melt.


But, even more exciting is

the day He rose again

because we know that we ourselves

will rise up like He did!

Sandy Ozanich ~ Copyright 2012