[Altötting, April 6, 2013.]
Once upon a time, in a little town called Altötting, in a little Chapel, a miracle occurred. And then another, and another. People began to spread the word of the little Chapel and the healing and hope it had given to so many. Soon people traveled from all over to see the blessed little Chapel. To pray in the little Chapel.
In the little Chapel I too prayed. I prayed like all of those thousands of people had before me. I didn’t know it at the time, but the little Chapel was where I would truly, honestly, wholeheartedly feel the Grace so many had spoken about.
The next day, the very next day, what I prayed for was answered.
I cried with joy for not only the answer I received, but the fact that I then knew–I knew that in a little Chapel, in a little town called Altötting, I too experienced a miracle.
The miracle of Grace.
Cheesy? Yes. Absolutely true? Yes. A little cheese is good for the soul. 😉
(Hand to Heaven, I truly had no idea it was really called ‘Grace Chapel’ until after I started writing this post. The mind boggles.)