This is Part 2 of a two part series. To read the first part, please see last weeks post.

All day long all I could think about was that whomever was visiting my child had done so with a tender touch and Michael was extremely comfortable with them. Could it really have been Jesus? Where was my faith?Jesus doesn't just show up at people's houses? Does He?

An angel perhaps? A dream about our parish priest? The naivety of a four year old? I had many questions but no concrete answers. By the third day I really wanted to have a picture in my mind of the Master but didn't want to probe Michael like he was being interrogated. So I let it be and continued to pray...

The kids and I were riding in the car trying to find the home of one of Katie's classmates. As I was driving Katie suddenly asked Michael if he could remember anything else about the Master who comes into his room at night?"

Without skipping a beat my four year old replied, "Him have a flashlight white here....."

And I looked into my rear view mirror and saw my little boy put his hands on his heart. He waved his hands outward from his chest, illustrating the Sacred Heart of Jesus or the picture of Divine Mercy! Listening to the words breeze past me and seeing my little boy describe Jesus,The Master, I was in awe... Wow...how absolutely beautiful!!!

Being inquisitive I always wondered what questions he (and the other children) might have asked Jesus nightly, as they gathered in sons bedroom. For the longest time, I did not want to move Michael's bed because I didn't want to disrupt the setting and what had taken place there. Jesus was there and thus it was a sacred space.

And I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Jesus the Master had been visiting my son in the evenings while allowing him to walk in his shadow of grace during the day. Feeling His love, enriching our faith, gracing our lives...

Michael is now 22 and has no memory of the time (he was graced) and the Master would visit him in his bedroom. But the girls and I will never forget it. We were richly blessed to have our beloved Jesus literally dwelling in our home. Now we have to make sure he dwells in our hearts and in our lives as well. 

"I will spend my free moments at the feet of the Master." Saint Faustina