I threw the door open and there he stood looking at me as if I had horns on my head. “You sent me a message”, he blurted out. This stranger was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. “Or rather, I got a message that I was supposed to come here, this is No.4 God’s time Street, right? he asked, “Yes”, I replied, looking surprised, I wondered who he was and what he was doing in my house. “Well, you called and I came, my name is Jeremiah, I am your guardian angel and I am here to save you from yourself.
My name is Jane and I live in No.4 God’s Time Lane. A couple of hours ago, for the first time in three years, I finished saying my rosary. I have always felt something was missing in my life; I always got everything last, in my family and amongst my friend. I am the last-born, not that that’s a problem; I was the last person to gain a college admission amongst my peers and the last person to get a job. It’s like I was always the last person. I have prayed and prayed for things to change but it seemed that was the way God wanted it, so I resigned my faith to live in the way universe wanted or so I thought. I got my part, but most times I get it when the hope is gone. So I continue to pray that one day, I will be the first.
The Rosary is something I have always believed worked wonders and after I moved away from my family, I have never been able to say my rosary to the end, I guess I failed to realize that ‘almost done’ is not the same as ‘done’. Either I fall asleep in the middle of saying it, which I do like 95% of the time or I get distracted. I don’t know how this happens, I can’t even explain it, but I am telling you, it’s totally not intentional. So last month at the office, after I got passed on for a promotion that was meant to be mine for a very flimsy reason, then got my application for visa denied, then two weeks ago, after my boyfriend decided we weren’t a good match after all, and a week ago after my publisher called to tell me my book sales were really low. Then today, after my best friend called me to tell me she was getting married to the love of her life, I got home and took out my rosary and I prayed.
I knelt down by the edge of my bed; I didn’t take off my shoes, or my work clothes. I just got out my Rosary, and I prayed, I prayed like I had never before. I prayed for what is mine. I prayed to be first for a change in my life. I prayed that my guardian angel visits me and stay with me till I am first in everything, I prayed for a sign and then I heard a knock on the door. For the first time I finished saying my Rosary and I felt like all my prayers have just been answered.
And so Jeremiah asked me, as I opened the door, “You sent a message?” He told me that the reason it seemed like everything stopped happening for me is that I stopped praying and that all I could have done a long time ago was finish my rosary. I had been the one holding myself. He reached out and touched my face and said, “If you really want something like you to claim you do, you have to stay awake Jane”. Then, he turned and walked away.
I heard my phone ring loudly and jumped up from where I was kneeling. I had fallen asleep again on my knees without finishing my Rosary. Then I realized all that happened had been a dream, it felt so real and I couldn’t shake the feeling. So, I knelt down again and completed my rosary, all I could think was “Why start something that you won’t see to the end, Jane? You need to finish what you started!”. As I finished saying my rosary and was about to get on my feet, a knock sounded on my door and this time, it was for real. I rushed to the door hoping Jeremiah was here for real this time but it seems the universe felt I needed more than just Jeremiah. It was my turn to get my miracle.