Journaling with God

By Mary Lou Biel

From a young age, Mary Lou Biel has relied on her faith and close relationship with God to help guide her throughout her life. Building on this foundation, she started a journal to record her thoughts and prayers, focusing on her conversations with the Trinity, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Journaling with God is filled with personal and inspiring journal entries, a reminder that God loves His children and is always ready to listen. The conversations touch on topics such as God’s role as a father, thanksgiving, and angelic protection, all areas that have affected Biel’s life personally.

By sharing her personal conversations, Biel proves that faith in God needs to be given priority in order to have a successful and fulfilling life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Atlantic Publishing Group, Inc.
• Release date: Mar 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9781620238813

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Journaling with God

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In this book,

I would like to share some of my journaling experiences with God over the years. These journal entries are of personal conversations with the 3 Persons of the Blessed Trinity. My purpose of writing this book is to share the tenderness and love of God, which is evident in my writing. It is my hope that people reading this book would understand that God’s yearns to have a close relationship with all His Children. It starts with a simple conversation. Putting my journal writings into book form, I am being helped by ArchAngel Ariel.

As a young child of 12 and 13, I would attend daily Mass during school days and Sundays. In the summer, I would attend Holy Mass.

As a teenager I would sit in adoration of the Blessed Sacrament and record my thoughts in a journal. I do not have those entries now, but I remember that every entry started with My Dear Child. God always started the conversation. Then I would discuss with God all that was going on with me, including my concerns, joys, and hopes. God would always give me loving, encouraging words.

2004

*One night when

I went to bed, I was very upset. Something happened that day that made me very sad. I said to Our Father.

Father would you hold me?

All at once, I heard about a dozen taunting voices. They were mocking me and saying things like: Why would you expect God to hold you. You shouldn’t ask God that question. Who are you that you should expect God to hold you? The taunting continued until I fell asleep. I woke up in the morning feeling very sad.

The day was a Sunday. I taught Religious Education in the evening on Sundays from 6:30 to 7:45. As was my habit, I would go visit the Tabernacle before class and kneel in prayer. Well, this particular Sunday, the only thing that came out of my heart when kneeling before the Tabernacle was Father would you hold me?

I braced myself for the taunting’s, but instead, there was complete silence. In my heart, I knew that God would indeed hold me. I did not know how, but I had complete Faith.

The very next day, when I was walking the corridor of my school (without students), I was stopped in my tracks. It was as if a glass shield was place in front of me, and I could not take another step. Then a surge of (spiritual) energy entered the top of my head and went through my body and out my feet. (It took but a mini second.) Along with the energy was a euphoric feeling of complete Joy and Peace.

When my body was released, I turned around to see if an Angel had done this. But no one was there. Then I said to God.

God, that was you. Thank you so much!

As I reflected, I thought that the Experience was a Taste of what Heaven must feel like! I carried that experience close to my heart.

The very next day, at the same time, the Experience repeated itself.

I was stopped in my tracks. It was as if a glass shield was place in front of me, and I could not take another step. Then a surge of (spiritual) energy entered the top of my head and went through my body and out my feet. (It took but a mini second.) Along with the energy was a euphoric feeling of complete Joy and Peace.

When my body was released, I turned around to see if an Angel had done this. But no one was there. Then I said to God.

God. I knew you were holding me yesterday, why did you come again?

He answered. It is because you asked me once without Faith and once with Faith.

I couldn’t get over God’s tender Love for me. I treasure those mini-seconds of His Loving Grace.

2006

My first experience

with both seeing and conversing with Our Lord came on Holy Thursday. Here is how the day enfolded.

Holy Thursday, that year, was also our second parent-teacher conferences. Teachers had to stay until 7:00 P.M. Second conferences of the year were usually a very slow day, with very few parents attending. So, I had a lot of time to think about God and long to be with Him at Church. I had this plan that I would be ready to leave school at exactly 7:00 and try to get to the Benet Lake Abbey before their Holy Thursday Services were over. I figured I would get there at least in time to receive Holy Communion.

As the clock was nearing 6:45, I got a call from the office. There were two set of parents coming for conferences. My heart just dropped. I knew I would never make it to the Abbey for the Services.

To make a long story short, I attended to the parents and left school around 7:20. It was snowing hard, and the Abbey was about 20 minutes away. I cleaned the snow off my car and headed off.

When I got to the Abbey, everyone was singing and processing out of the chapel with the Blessed Sacrament to a side altar. I joined in singing and walked with them to the side altar. I remember crying and crying. I knelt down and prayed for