Test the Spirits

We walked to the three crosses as though we had climbed Mt. Saint Helen. Or at least that is how I felt. It was a ground-breaking site for the new Catholic church that was to be built. Not like a burial ground, it was (I just spoke "Yoda", didn't I?).

I prayed a prayer to cover the troubles of my life.

I never thought he'd respond.

So the next to days a wind blew through the house. I thought it was a nice autumn wind on this October afternoon. Dad was busy patching up the fence. I was busy trying to find something

I was faithfully wearing my old St. Christopher medallion around my neck. The patron saint of travelers I had to guard me on my travels (Yoda was here).

I went to grab the engraved medallion piece but it broke! I feverishly tried connect the links of the chain as the wind blew stronger through the house, but to no avail. My hands were as weak as when I'm in stitches laughing.

Suddenly, I heard a voice from above me, in my face and all around me in surround sound (better than a Bose speaker) saying, "I broke it! You've been wearing that as a crutch and an idol for too long! You cannot wear it anymore!"

I could not contend for my strength left me! I surrendered to the force speaking to me, that had left the supernatural paranormal realm to invade an ultimately alter my jewelry and jewelry-wearing habits and my destiny. Weakened and tired, I slouched on the couch and still aware of this moving presence that hovered and paced the room. I waited for what He would say next.