Dear friends! There is also another saint who has helped me a lot in my life, and to whom you can confidently turn: Saint Rita of Cassia, who lived during the 14th century, at the height of Renaissance Italy. She is the patroness of desperate cases, the saint of impossible situations, the one who intercedes when all hope seems to be lost.

Many years ago, I was faced with sudden and difficult changes in my life, and the world around me was turned upside down. Although I struggled, I could not accept the course my life was suddenly forced to take and the void that descended on me with all its cruel weight and strength. First I broke down, and then, slowly getting used to being shattered, I became numb to the world. Like an automaton I walked and did what I had to do, but joy no longer lived in my heart. I switched to survival mode, I simplified my life to a minimum; at night he waited for the sun to rise and during the day he waited for it to set. I desperately wanted my old life back, filled with the joy I was used to but obviously didn’t appreciate. Of course, at that time I was not aware of my ungrateful spirit; Only later did I realize how unaware I was of the good things that had been given me, of the comfort of a sure heart, of a life without complications and without blemish. And then the bomb fell, exploded, and sharp splinters pierced the soft veil of my fluffy existence. The more I sank into darkness and tears, the more I knew that only a miracle would save me; Human powers could no longer pull me out of the despair I was spiraling into. All day I was theorizing about what had happened to me; Hundreds of interpretations swirled in my head, my thoughts like fragile branches, reaching a million directions only to hook me to a terrifying conclusion: they no longer loved me. It was like a scavenger that crawled along the sandy bottom of the sea, away from the light of the world, feeding on the remains left behind by other happier creatures.

And then one night, in a rare hour of sleep, a dream came to me. In this dream, I saw a shiny golden disc floating over my face, and in a language I don’t remember but could only understand telepathically, it said to me: “Things are not what they seem”. Startled, I woke up immediately, and knew that this was no ordinary dream; this was a message from above. Someone in divine spheres realized that I had reached the limit of despair, took pity on me and decided to send me a ray of hope. It was little to hold onto, but I began to build my existence around this one divine sign. Of course, I later learned that a divine sign is all we need to know that our future is about to change. As for when, that, of course, he did not know; Time is, as always, in God’s hands.

I would love to tell you that shortly after this dream my life changed, the misunderstandings cleared up, the stars aligned, and everything was back to normal. But it was not the case; there was no sign of change at all. Of course, my life continued, but no resolution was presented to my aching soul. And during these empty years I realized that the miracle I needed had to come from above, so I turned to God. No one else would have understood me, and there was certainly no one who could perform the miracle I so longed for. My dream of the golden disc was my invitation, and since I had no other option, I opened like a flower and absorbed all that God allowed me to see of Him. I studied Him, I spoke to Him, I looked for Him and I buried myself in His love. However, there was still no change and God remained silent.

Well into the second year after my dream, I spent my summer in Hungary, where every day I went to my favorite little church where there is, to this day, a small shrine to Saint Rita, the saint of impossible things; just the saint for me, I thought. One day, when I was completely alone in church praying to him, always for the same thing, never giving up, I suddenly felt that I was enveloped in a strong aroma of roses. It felt strange; I was alone and this divine scent, strong and deliciously pink, simply descended on me like a cloud, enveloping me in its soft folds, comforting me and bringing tears to my eyes. It lasted about a minute, and as suddenly as it came, it was gone, leaving me alone in the musky church, pleasantly confused and tearfully hopeful. I didn’t know what it was then, but I sensed that it must be a sign, a divine agreement, a propitious herald that my life would soon change. I felt that Saint Rita had listened to me, and her intercession, after so long, finally won God’s favor.

Once again, I’d love to tell you that shortly after this rose-scented minute, the pieces of my life suddenly fell into their proper and most auspicious places. However, for long months there was no change and God was silent. I returned home and continued to pray to Saint Rita to make sure that she would stand by her and continue to intercede for me.

In the third year after my dream, I learn a lot about God and His divine systems. I researched him day and night, and the more I knew about him and the more efficiently I prayed, the stronger my faith grew. My life was solid and happy again; I rebuilt myself into a weaker version of earlier times, but it was a habitable version nonetheless.

In my third year of praying faithfully for the same thing, when my faith grew stronger and my life was much more solid and happy, suddenly, in the most ordinary moments, my wish came true. When I least expected it, God granted my wish and enveloped him in such favorable circumstances that he exceeded all my expectations. My wish materialized and I was presented with solutions that I could never imagine. After testing me for so long, God decided to come out of the clouds and show me His divine face.

This was many years ago and since then I have learned a lot. I have learned that He waited for my faith to strengthen before granting my wish. I wanted him to feel the impact of his love and generosity to ensure that he became the guiding light of my life, the hub of my existence and my work. He made sure my experience changed my life, so that through it I could change the lives of others. He expected from me perseverance in faith and unconditional love, growth in spirit and understanding of human conditions. And when He felt that I was transformed into a loving receptacle of His will and ready to receive and see His divine face, He gave and gave generously, perfectly, more than I expected, and perhaps more than I was ready to handle. I also learned that the golden disc in my dream was the Holy Spirit who descended on me with His divine message.

Years after my rose-scented minute in that little Hungarian church, I also learned that Saint Rita on her deathbed in the convent of Cassia asked for a rose and a fig to be brought to her from the garden of her old home. This was a strange request in mid-January when all the gardens were covered in deep snow. However, the saint’s cousin went to the garden and found a single rose in full bloom and a fragrant, ripe fig that she quickly brought to Rita. Since then, the roses and the scent of roses in impossible places tell us that Santa Rita is present and her intercession for us was a success. Saint Rita shares this beautiful symbol with Saint Teresa of Lisieux.

Although my wish was not immediately granted, I now know that that rose-scented cloud in that little church was indeed a divine signal sent from above: And the Lord spoke: “You have earned my goodwill, and I know you by name.” (Exodus, 33,17).

It was a sign that God never breaks his promise: ask and you will receive.

You should be preparing to start work soon. Remember, you also have Santa Rita on your side in times of trouble and despair. Persevere with patience; Even making you wait for a long time, God has His divine purpose that must be fulfilled.