My Life is a Miracle

10 My Life Is a Miracle And so—and this is very important before the pilgrimage I encourage you to make—I offer you this story not for my own glory, but for the glory of God. And especially because the Church has asked me to. Finally, to those who are wondering, “why her?,” a nun, and an old one at that, when so many others are suffering, children, young peo- ple, mothers, fathers…—I’ll try to answer that too. Yet all I can tell you is that this mystery is be- yond me. In my prayer, I never asked for my own recovery. I always prayed for the healing of others. So, why Jonah? Why this visceral image of three days of silence and burial? Because when I got back from Lourdes, I really did go through three days of pain, of darkness, before I was healed. And because Jonah is a symbol of the Resurrection of Christ our Lord. So there you have it. I am going to proclaim the light! I’m a Christian. A Catholic, a nun, a Franciscan; I believe in Jesus and in Mary. Without them, nothing I’m going to tell you would make sense. My three days inside the whale, my three days of darkness, then. It was July 8, 2008. I was at the end of my tether. It was so hot. Back from Lourdes, I was in my room in our little convent, in