The Eucharistic Adoration Miracle

Diann and the restored Mother Mary statue

Late August 2005

The largest and third-strongest hurricane in American history made landfall on the Gulf Coast. Hurricane Katrina arrived with 175-mile-per-hour winds, a 20-foot storm surge, and destruction spread across 90,000 square miles. By the time she made landfall, her winds had weakened to 125 miles per hour. The death toll reached 1,836. Louisiana bore the worst of it. Mississippi lost 238.

Diann, her daughter Tayler, and their dog Angel made it out. This is their story.

 

Before Katrina
After Katrina
Damage, and clean-up
The mold throughout Diann home

Diann

Diann’s home was completely destroyed — submerged under nine and a half feet of water. The water stayed in her house for over three weeks.

For those first three weeks, Diann, her daughter Tayler, and their dog Angel evacuated to Alabama to stay with family. From there they made their way to Santa Fe, New Mexico, moving in with her Nanaine — French for “godmother.” Santa Fe became home for the next nine months.

Diann made two trips back to New Orleans to handle personal business. She needed to apply for a federal grant to rebuild and fill out the paperwork for a FEMA trailer. Once she got clearance, they moved back. The trailer sat in her driveway while the house was restored.

 

Diann restoration of the Crucifix

 

The Holy Encounter

Diann, a single mother, was devastated — so devastated that all she had left was prayer. She visited the Eucharistic Adoration chapel at her local parish regularly. The chapel had sustained significant water damage from Hurricane Katrina, and as a result, the paint was scaling off the statue of Mary.

After Katrina, Diann returned to the chapel for private prayer. She had been sitting and praying for about fifteen minutes when she looked up at the statue of Mary and, with tears in her eyes, cried out, “I’m lost. I don’t know what to do. I need help!”

Suddenly, she heard a distinct, soft voice say, “Make me pretty again.”

Diann looked around the chapel to find where the voice was coming from, but she was completely alone. Just as she began to wonder whether she was losing her mind, the soft voice repeated, “Make me pretty again.”

“Mother Mary,” Diann whispered, “are you speaking to me?”

A third time, she heard it: “Make me pretty again.” (1 Samuel 3, John 20)

She prayed quietly, “Mother Mary, I truly don’t know what to do. What would you like me to do?”

Then she heard a single word — repeated three times: “Michael. Michael. Michael.”

She remained in the chapel a few more minutes, sitting with the mystery of what she had received. She knew this had been a holy encounter, something that had lifted her into a new spiritual awareness. Yet she left with a heavy heart, unable to understand what the name Michael meant.

She turned it over and over in her mind — Michael, Michael, Michael — until suddenly, a revelation broke through: Three Michaels. Oh! Michaels — the craft store!

Without wasting a moment, she drove straight there. She found an employee and asked where she could find supplies for painting religious statues. For eight dollars, Diann walked out with everything she needed.

Special Permission

Diann knew she needed special permission to carry out this commission from God. She contacted the president of the men’s group at the parish for guidance. His first question was direct: “Have you ever painted before?”

“No, sir,” she answered honestly.

He told her he would need to check with the pastor first. By the providence of God, permission was granted. Diann had no idea what she was up against — but she was obedient to the words spoken to her.

Doing Work Unto the Lord

The statue of Mary was moved to a back room, and Diann got to work — talking to Mary, as she always does. When she finished, she stepped back and considered the cloak. The original color was slate gray, and something about it felt too dark. Then she heard it: “Blue.”

“Oh, I can do blue highlights!” she responded.

She completed the work through much prayer. From there, she moved on to the crucifix — touching up and repainting Jesus’ legs, chest, and Crown of Thorns, then adding gold highlights to His hair.

 

Catholic Charities to the rescue

The Blessing

Diann had already been taken advantage of by two unscrupulous out-of-town contractors, losing $14,000 by trusting strangers with her property. Then, within a week of completing the repainting of Mary and the crucifix, she was approved for a $150,000 grant through the Road Home program — established by President Bush to help those devastated by Hurricane Katrina rebuild their lives. The grant she received was the largest amount available. Not everyone was so fortunate.

Catholic Charities

Through Catholic Charities, volunteers from Kansas City and California came to her rescue. These generous souls removed all the mold and stripped the house down to its original studs — her beloved New Orleans Colonial Cottage reduced to bare bones. The work took three days. But Diann’s beautiful 100-year-old floors had warped severely, and it took her a full year to find an honest contractor. By then, the floors had dried out on their own — and the original one-and-a-half-inch antique heart pine floors were saved. One more blessing added to the rest.

Giving Back

Overwhelmed with gratitude, Diann wanted to give back. She began driving through her neighborhood, seeking out damaged religious statues in need of care. Working from the table in her FEMA trailer, she lovingly restored them one by one. To date, she has restored more than 100 statues — each one offered freely as a gift to the homeowner.

Eucharistic Adoration

At the Last Supper Jesus instituted the Eucharist as His body and blood.

19 Then he took a loaf of bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and gave it to them, saying, “This is my body, which is given for you. Do this in remembrance of me.” 20 And he did the same with the cup after supper, saying, “This cup that is poured out for you is the new covenant in my blood.

Catholics practice Eucharistic Adoration to draw closer to Jesus. And where Jesus is, Mary is never far — for it was from her that our Lord received His flesh. Conceived by the Holy Spirit, Jesus took His human nature entirely from Mary, and in His outward appearance, He bore her likeness.

Mary was immaculately conceived — preserved from all stain of original sin from the first moment of her existence — because she was divinely chosen to be the Mother of God. She has been fittingly compared to the Ark of the Covenant: just as the Ark carried the presence of God, Mary carried God Himself within her womb.

Eucharistic Adoration draws us into that same mystery. In the silence before the Blessed Sacrament, the Lord reaches out to us — not through words, but through presence. The fruit of that encounter is peace, and something deeper still: we begin, slowly, to become more like Him.

A Prayer Before the Blessed Sacrament

Dear Lord, may we all learn to adore You. Allow us to hear Your still, small voice. May we be obedient to the gentle promptings of Your most precious Mother, Mary. Amen.

The Eucharistic Adoration Chapel, the water level was inches from the feet of Jesus

 

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The Lopez Gathering


We Meet Again

The Decision

To be perfectly honest, attending the reunion was never something seriously considered. The reason was simple: unresolved tension with a younger sister. Both hearts were still wounded — more time was needed to work through the differences that had driven a quiet wedge between us.

The Funeral

When word came that she would be at Tía María’s funeral, a quiet apprehension settled in. Not knowing what to expect, a rosary was prayed on the way to the service. But the moment our eyes met, something wordless passed between us — and we both simply knew. Everything was settled. We embraced, and just like that, the Enemy’s plans crumbled.

Bella, Eli, Maggie, me, Norma Jacob and Mario
Baby Gabriel, Maggie, Bella, Reina, Maya, Nadia, me, Mike, Norma, Mario and Gabriel

The Reunion

After speaking with several cousins, their case for attending began to carry real weight. Mike and the decision were talked over — and in the end, going felt right.

Mary, me and Gina
Nellie, Norma and me

Cousin Nellie

Growing up, there was always a sense of being the odd one out. Each sibling had a cousin their age — but not here. The younger cousins thought the age gap too wide in one direction; the older ones, in the other. Cousin Ricky was close in age, but he’s a boy. So for a lifetime, Nellie has belonged to younger sister Norma as her closest friend — and whenever the three of us gather, the invisible “chopped liver” sign goes right up.

Nellie and I are cut from the same cloth. Both are leaders, and both are locked in a not-so-quiet, ongoing competition for Norma’s affection. Norma, for her part, absolutely relishes every bit of it. When the three of us get together, it becomes a hilarious performance — the child in each of us rising right to the surface.

Organizing the Event

The Lord gave Nellie special graces to pull this off. From the draped chairs tied with yellow bows to the dinner itself, every detail was arranged with genuine love. The planning even included a beautiful ancestry board and a tender display honoring the family members no longer with us.

The Opening Prayer

Ours is a God-fearing family, and inviting the Lord to bless the reunion was the only way to properly begin the celebration. With God in the midst, His love is known and felt by all. Thank you, cousin Eric, for the wonderful prayer. When we pray, the peace of God surrounds us.

“For where two or three are gathered together in my name, I am there in their midst.” — Matthew 18:20, New Catholic Bible

The Mariachis

Nothing is more festive than the sound of a Mariachi band playing “El Son de la Negra.” That tune never fails to call to mind the old upbringing — the world that shaped us all. The mothers loved Mariachi music, and as much as it pains to admit it, they brought a special joy to every celebration. It’s still hard to believe Nellie pulled off hiring the Mariachis — how she managed to secure the extra funding for such a large group was truly impressive.

Brother George and my niece Gina
Brother Mike and Angie

My Brothers

Grateful to the Lord for brothers like George and Mike. What joy it was to see them and their families gathered together. Always a source of great wisdom and steady counsel for the whole family — their presence is a gift. But the best surprise of all was getting to visit with sister-in-law Angie. Years had passed since the last time those two had seen each other.

The Sorta Karaoke

Nellie had a not-so-brilliant idea: lip sync to The Supremes’ “Stop! In the Name of Love.” I was immediately in, and so was Norma — though we had to do a little convincing to get the other Nellie on board. If it hasn’t been mentioned, there are five cousins named Nellie, all named after our grandmother Manuela — Nellie for short. There was just one big problem: we all thought we knew the song, but in reality, we only knew the chorus. It was a disaster before we even got started. We did our best and saved face by getting very animated whenever the chorus came around.

The Vasquez Family
Cecilia’s Family

The Dance Contest

We had a dance contest to Chubby Checker’s “The Twist.” At one time in my life I could really shake a leg, and “The Twist” was a no-brainer. I carefully selected Nellie’s daughter Maggita as my partner for two reasons: she is a great dancer, and her mother happened to be the main judge. Something very unusual happened to me that night — my upper body was twisting, but my feet were cemented to the dance floor. We were quickly eliminated, but whether from disbelief or sheer confidence that we were the champions, we refused to leave the dance floor. We quickly declared ourselves the winners.

Saint Francis of Assisi

Mass

The following morning, Mike and I attended Mass at Saint Francis of Assisi in La Quinta. This beautiful church is designed to mirror the Basilica of Saint Francis of Assisi in Italy and is stunningly set against the majestic Santa Rosa Mountains.

Nellie, Norma, me and Bella

Breakfast

A large group of us — as many as 40 — gathered for breakfast. Nellie instructed us to keep tabs on our own meals and pay our share when the check arrived. Our share, tip included, came to a little over $60 for just the two of us. As we finished our meals, the Lord placed it on my brother Eric’s heart to pick up the entire tab. What a blessing for us all. Eric is my half-brother — he and his family live in Washington State.

Gloria, my brother Eric, Little Roxie, Roxie and Maggita
Mike heading the coup

President for Life

It has been official for years now — I am the President of the Lopez Family. So what if it is a self-appointed office; I have humbly accepted the role. At every gathering there is always a coup, my husband Mike included, attempting to take over my position — but in the end… I will always be the President for Life!

My Prayer

Dear Lord, thank You for the legacy of the Lopez family. May You continue to guide us on the path You have chosen for us. May we always seek Your holy face. Amen.

 

 

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A Mother’s Role

Every Mother’s Calling

Every one of us has a mother. And as mothers, our role in life is to pray for our children and pour ourselves into nurturing them — not equally, but specifically. Not the same, but faithfully.

The Myth of Loving Them the Same

There is a phrase that has never quite sat right: “I love all my children the same.” The truth is, loving children the same is simply not possible — because each child is uniquely and irreplaceably different. To love them well means to love them as they actually are, not as a matched set.

A Daughter Who Needed Structure

From the moment God gifted us with our children, it was clear just how different they truly were. Our son is easygoing, laid-back, and steady. Our daughter is more complex — deeper in ways that required more of us. Because of that, the boundaries set for her were a little stricter, not out of favoritism, but out of protection. She needed that structure, and it served her well. She is the most organized person known to us — and she did not get that from her mother. Without any exaggeration, she is a beautiful example of what a nurturing mother is meant to be.

A Son Who Kept Us on Our Knees

Our son had a natural gift for finding the edge of every boundary set before him. It required constant adaptation, steady patience, and more than a little creativity. He kept the family on its knees — and that was probably exactly where God wanted us all along.

Molded by Grace

Through every bump along the way, God’s hand was at work — quietly, faithfully molding our son into the wonderful man he has become.

The original family: Sonja, me, Mike and Mikos

United, Imperfect, and Never Giving Up

Nobody Was Perfect — And That Was Okay

Neither of the children was perfect. But then again, neither were the parents. What never wavered, through every disagreement and difficult season, was the commitment to discipline. That held.

A United Front

As parents, there were fights. Disagreements. Back-and-forth conversations that seemed to go in circles. But eventually, a consensus was always found — and the most important lesson learned along the way was this: a united front is not optional. It is the foundation children need to stand on. That unity was not strategy. It was love made visible.

The Example Set Before Us

The thought of everything a mother had to carry as a single parent is humbling. She had seven children — and what she accomplished with them was nothing short of extraordinary. A father who was rarely present. In the first five years of the marriage, five children arrived — one each year.

Clotheslines and Contentment

By the time the sixth child came along, there was a three-year gap — and another three before the youngest arrived. Looking back now, it is impossible not to marvel. The meal planning alone. The mounds and mounds of laundry washed and hung — not on a dryer, but on clotheslines, because that was all there was. Her life was not easy. But the children never knew they were lacking, because she taught them to be grateful for exactly what they had.

 

Heroes Without Capes

The Sacrifices

An early memory stands out clearly: being taken by mother on a Greyhound bus to see a specialist in San Diego for amblyopia in the right eye. At five years old, surgery was arranged — and she stayed at the hospital the entire time. Special sunglasses were prescribed afterward, but a brother accidentally sat on them the following week. They were never replaced. The trip back to San Diego was simply too much of a hardship. That was the end of it — quietly accepted, never complained about.

What Single Mothers Carry

Every single mother deserves to be seen for what she actually carries. What our mother did — and what so many single working mothers do every day — is nothing short of heroic. They are the unsung heroes of the world.

A Decent Woman

Our mother was in her late thirties when our father checked out. She never dated — not because she had no options, but because she understood her role as an example to her children, especially her daughters. She was decent in every sense of the word, and she wanted her children to follow suit. That standard was not spoken as a rule. It was lived as a witness.

Honor Her Anyway

A Command, Not a Suggestion

The Fifth Commandment is clear: “Honor your father and your mother.” Some mothers are not easy to honor — let alone love. Yet this is the only commandment that comes with a promise. God did not attach conditions to it. He gave it as a command.

Why Honor a Flawed Mother?

Every mother is human. Some never had a good role model themselves. Some were ill-equipped to love the way a mother should. None of that changes what God requires.

It does not matter what kind of background a mother came from, or how deeply she may have caused hurt. God is not offering a suggestion. He is issuing a command — and He meant it.

What Honor Actually Means

The word honor means high respect and great esteem. At the very least, she gave life. And for that alone, gratitude is owed.

Even when the relationship is painful or strained, the call is to keep trying. Choosing to honor a mother is not just an act of obedience — it is the practice of one of the greatest values life has to offer. Because if love cannot be extended to the one who gave life, something in love itself will always remain incomplete.

Why God Made It a Commandment

There is nothing greater than a mother’s love for her child. And yet God knew parents would fall short. He knew honoring them would not always come easily. He commanded it anyway — precisely because He knew.

Even a mother who is broken, difficult, or deeply flawed still deserves to be honored. Not because she earned it. Because God said so.

The Fifth Commandment in the Bible states to “honor your father and your mother.” Some moms are not the greatest of mothers and are difficult to honor, let alone love. This is the only commandment that comes with a promise.

Mother’s Day

This Mother’s Day was truly wonderful.

Mike made the most incredible prime rib — perfectly complemented by baked potatoes and green beans. Jenny brought her famous salad, and Sonja baked the most delicious lemon cake. But the best part of all was simply having the entire family together under one roof. Nothing gladdens a mother’s heart quite like peace in the family.

That’s us taking up ten seats
Junk food in hand, we’re ready!

And I have to say — all the help cleaning up the kitchen afterward was its own kind of gift.

Prayer

After Mass, between catnaps, prayer carried me through the entire day. There was something beautiful about lifting the whole celebration up to the Lord and trusting Him with it. We had planned to eat early since everyone had tickets to see The Devil Wears Prada 2 later that evening. The movie was surprisingly entertaining — but the best part, without question, was simply being together.

My Prayer

Dear Lord, I pray for all mothers today. Help us to follow the example of the greatest role model we have ever been given — Mother Mary. Please bless every mother, especially those who are estranged from their children. Jesus, bring unity to all hurting families. Amen.

 

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