Artist Unknown
ON the first night of my missions in Louisiana this past autumn, a woman approached me afterward, her eyes wide open, her mouth agape.
“I saw her,” she quietly whispered. “I saw the Blessed Mother.”
Artist Unknown
ON the first night of my missions in Louisiana this past autumn, a woman approached me afterward, her eyes wide open, her mouth agape.
“I saw her,” she quietly whispered. “I saw the Blessed Mother.”