Even If Your Problems Are 'Tiny'
By Jay Hastings (Jul 3, 2015)
It was a sunny Saturday morning and I was with my granddaughter, Paige, at her soccer game. Halfway through the game a man came wandering up as if he were looking for something. He came up to me and told me of his dog, a Chihuahua named Tiny. Tiny lived in a subdivision about one quarter of a mile away. He ran away, was lost and nowhere to be found. We looked on the property next to the soccer field and then all around, but no Tiny.
Saddened and worried for his dog, I thought to ask for his phone number just in case Tiny showed up. As he left, empathetic to his loss and concerned about his dog, I thought to say a prayer. Given how long Tiny was lost and how far away from home, I prayed to our Lord for the dog to be found and for his safe return. Needing help in my prayer, as always I sought the intercession of St. Faustina. But knowing that although others would be interceding, the graces would come through the well-known saint for lost things, St. Anthony. I asked him, also. And then because it was such a big problem that touched my heart, I included the Blessed Mother, and all the angels and saints, especially the ones with whom I have a special devotion.
In her Diary, St. Faustina records these words of Jesus: "But for Me to be able to act upon the soul, the soul must have faith. O how pleasing to Me is living faith! (1420).
Elsewhere in her Diary (entry 921), the Lord tells her, "My daughter, I am told that there is much simplicity in you, so why do you not tell Me about everything that concerns you, even the smallest details? Tell Me about everything, and know that this will give Me great joy."
Saint Faustina answered, "But You know about everything, Lord." And Jesus replied to her, "Yes, I do know; but you should not excuse yourself with the fact that I know, but with childlike simplicity talk to Me about everything, for My ears and heart are inclined towards you, and your words are dear to Me."
In her next Diary entry, she writes:
When I began this big novena for three intentions, I saw a tiny insect on the ground and thought: how did it get here in the middle of winter? Then I heard the following words in my soul: You see, I am thinking of it and sustaining it, and what is it compared to you? Why was your soul fearful for a moment? I apologized to the Lord for that moment. Jesus wants me to always be a child and to leave all care to Him, and to submit blindly to His holy will. He took everything upon Himself. (922)
And so the soccer game ended, and everyone went home or about their day, but the dog was never found. Days passed, Sunday, Monday Tuesday, and then into Wednesday. We hadn't heard anything about Tiny, nor were we thinking about it. Wednesday morning, my wife was at home. I was working from my home and got a late start going to work. At about 11:15 a.m., exactly as I was backing out of the garage, a Chihuahua turned the corner from the side of my house, and I immediately stopped the car. I ran into the house to see if I could find the phone number the man had left me. I got it, went outside and cornered the dog in a partially fenced yard of my neighbor. My wife was watering the flowers, and I called for her. She came to help box the dog in the yard since the dog would not let us touch him.
He was scared and hungry. He slipped around us towards the front of our house near the garage, and I prayed he would go into the garage so we could lower it and keep him inside until we called the owner. To my surprise, the dog went up to our back door in our garage and lied down. We lowered the garage door and called the number. It was Tiny. She had been missing for five days, traveled 2.5 miles to end up exactly in my view and then right to our back door in our garage only to lie down and rest until his owner came to get him. I found out when he came over that I was the only person to whom he had given his phone number.
He was home praying for Tiny's safe return. He was just hoping for a miracle, since he thought the dog had been killed because he was gone for so long. What a look of relief and such a joyful reunion. Tiny was just as happy to see his owner. We praised God. And we thanked St. Anthony and all the angels and saints. We knew it was a miracle.
And of course, nothing happens by accident.
Praise God for His love and friendship, goodness and mercy. And for all of our friends in heaven who love us.
And so with childlike trust we learn to do as St Faustina says in Diary entry 2:
O My God
When I look into the future, I am frightened,
But why plunge into the future?
Only the present moment is precious to me,
As the future may never enter my soul at all.
It is no longer in my power,
To change, correct or add to the past;
For neither sages nor prophets could do that.
And so, what the past has embraced I must entrust to God.
O present moment, you belong to me, whole and entire.
I desire to use you as best I can.
And although I am weak and small,
You grant me the grace of your omnipotence.
And so, trusting in Your mercy,
I walk through life like a little child,
Offering You each day this heart
Burning with love for Your greater glory.
Jay Hastings of Bartlett, Tenn., is the founder of a growing group of Divine Mercy devotees who ensure that the Chaplet of The Divine Mercy is being prayed every hour of the day. The 24-hour Chaplet members now consist of more than 1,200 people from across the United States, Mexico, Belize, Costa Rica, Canada, Philippines, Bolivia, India, Iraq, Australia, Kuwait, United Arab Emirates, Japan, Tanzania, New Zealand, United Kingdom, Zimbabwe, Ireland, Panama, Uganda, Haiti, Aruba, Burma, Singapore, Columbia, Botswana, Zambia, Malaysia, South Africa, Kenya, Africa Germany, Holland and Italy who pick an hour each day in which to pray a Chaplet. They pray for three things: the promotion of The Divine Mercy devotion; the sick and dying in the hour they pray; and people about to commit mortal sin. To join the 24-Hour Chaplet, contact Jay via e-mail, DM7772@msn.com or via phone, 901-438-7772.