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Testimony from: Lauren Franklin
There is so much enthusiasm wrapped in with such a beautiful and powerful encounter with Our Lord; reflective of the Woman at the Well, a story we all know, but bares a reflection per this experience. As she was drawing water from the well and
There is so much enthusiasm wrapped in with such a beautiful and powerful encounter with Our Lord; reflective of the Woman at the Well, a story we all know, but bares a reflection per this experience. As she was drawing water from the well and Jesus approaches her offering His Living Water that she would never thirst, telling her everything about herself. Imagine for a moment, what was disclosed to her which prompted such a response on her part? What did Our Lord expose? Were these things hidden or suppressed in her heart to protect herself; the most intimate details only God Himself could know... Perhaps things forgotten? She had an encounter with Love Himself to such a profound extent she ran in pure amazement to tell everyone of the Man who knew everything about her...
Friday, my husband I set up our 4 tables as a vendor for the conference which took over 2 hours with detail for this set up with a significant amount of Sacred Art pieces for display. The night before, I was up past midnight still working on packing and pricing items so we would be ready to go when we both got off work Friday morning. While my husband and I were setting up Friday and into the evening I was extremely fatigued, which is unusual for myself as someone who does not go to sleep until after midnight on any regular day. There was no reason for this lethargy that overwhelmed me to such an extent. Before my husband left to go back home and be with our boys, we discussed how I may have to take a nap in the car before driving home that night.
I asked a few attendees for prayers to help overcome this great fatigue, even attempted to take a short nap in the auditorium which ultimately led to me praying a Binding Prayer and was thankfully delivered from this shortly after.
When the mass started, I noticed a large projector screen behind the altar as well as guitars, and singers on stage, which caught me off guard to be honest. As someone accustomed to a traditional Novus Ordo it brought back protestant memories (pre conversion), however I know Jesus was present, and the life of the Holy Spirit was already apparent. Instead of judging this experience, I just surrendered to the Holy Spirit for Him to work through me however He saw fit- I was here, this was my 'Fiat Voluntas Tua'.
I did not come into this conference with any expectation, as someone who had attended healing masses before, and somewhat familiar with the charismatic movement. Shortly into the mass the tears which I'd not cried in a long time began to flow. I was kneeling alone in the isle, no logical reason to be moved to tears other than the presence of the Lord was welling up within me to such an extent I was sobbing, even trembling as I stared at the Chalice on the altar saying, "Your Blood is in that chalice!". I kept hearing interiorly, "Gift of tears".
I did not get to hear much of any of the speakers unfortunately during this event, as I was away speaking with charismatic attendees in the lobby, asking questions of discernment to understand these particular gifts, specifically the gift of tongues.
Saturday morning, I kept having this feeling that I was to be a part of this event more so than standing at my tables all day in an attempt to make sales. I typically don't even walk away from the tables at events, so this was a movement outside of myself. Father Paschal and I spoke for a while regarding things within my own personal life and suggested I speak and Pray with a lady who he does healing ministry with and hears from Our Lord. Later that day unbeknownst to me I was speaking with this lady whom Father was referring too. Once I realized who this person was, we moved to the auditorium, then to the bottom of the stairwell after 2 hours of conversation and praying. I know many were looking to purchase items during this time, and I do apologize, there was a greater purpose for my absence.
This lady was now my closest advocate at the event, one who I bore all to, and she was hearing from Our Lord on my behalf. She bent her ear to my heart... There are many times we mere humans believe we have forgiven, surrendered, or gotten passed the things in our lives in effort to heal, and though these things may seem far off and no longer have an outward effect on us, God the Father sees the remnant that we unknowingly hold onto. The scraps of traumas that still define us... Though we are no longer slaves to what we have done or what has been done onto us, often victims after they are freed from traumatic situations are still held captive in their hearts and minds. These are the pieces of my story that the Holy Spirit brought to the surface later that evening for a deliverance that cried out to Heaven.
Moments later we were to begin the Saturday evening mass. I sat in the upper middle portion of the auditorium with a tunnel vision view of the altar. The presiding priest began the opening of the mass with praise and worship music and proclaiming healing to come 'if only we believe'. Everyone there was attending for healing in some way. It was not long until the tears began to flow once again. I can only describe the gift of tears as your chest opening in a spiritual sense and your heart breathing fresh, pure air for the first time in a long while. There is no sadness, just pure and unadulterated love that consumes you.
I came to this event with a severely broken toe, doing all the things, hobbling along, ignoring the pain, pushing through as I normally do in my daily life, offering everything up while gritting my teeth- per the usual. Though the toe was prayed over, it is still broken. It appears I have more 'offering up' to do in the meantime. Our Lord always has His ways.
After mass, I knew I needed to speak to a charismatic friend on the gift of tears who happened to be in attendance at this time. This person spoke previously at a Magnificat Luncheon on the gift of tears. She explained to me that 'deliverance happens in the delivery room'. It is messy, it is loud, there are many tears, screams, cries, groaning, smells, all the things; but once delivered there is peace. I knew what she was speaking of as a mother of 2, but I did not fully comprehend it, or know that very soon after this conversation, I too would be in the 'delivery room'.
After the last speaker, it was getting late, and I decided to begin packing up the tables which I knew would take a lot of time to do with all the many pieces there were to pack up. As I began doing this, I heard the bells signaling that Jesus was being exposed in the Blessed Sacrament. My attention being drawn away to the need to pack up at that time was obvious that something did not want me to participate in the healing service. At this time Patrick Campbell came to lobby to signal his son to come into the auditorium and signaled me as well to which I then ran inside.
We were provided the anointing of the sick, which I've received before at my parish. I did not receive with any intention as spoken previously. Of course, my toe was broken, but after nearly 3 weeks of suffering it was simply a forethought at this time. Praise and worship music began, and I moved to the very front, standing and sobbing directly in front of the Blessed Sacrament, just as you'd see concert goers standing in front of a stage; there I was focused intently on Jesus as He was looking back at me.
There was a man who I now know to be active in deliverance ministry along with a lady who I'd spoken with often throughout the event who asked if they could pray over me. I agreed, knowing I'd just received Holy Communion, the anointing of the sick, and Jesus of course was right in front of me. As I sat down in the seat for them to pray over me in tongues, I again had no expectation, no thought to anything particular, just for the Holy Spirit to do as He Wills, whatever happened, if anything, it is what God wants.
Shortly after they began to pray over me the tears again began to flow. I will now describe what I can to be best of my ability...
My chest felt of intense pressure but not painful, as if a balloon were about to bust, whatever this pressure was, came from deep within and arose to the surface. My mouth and jaw appeared wide open, wider than I can even describe while leaning over, holding back with great force this silent yet agonizing cry within that needed to be released. I imagine it as when you see a woman in great pain due to a grave loss or a significant trauma screaming from the bottom of her soul. I heard the lady praying over me say, 'Let it out'. It was that defining moment as if Jesus Himself spoke through her in other words, 'Let it go'. That howling scream, the agonizing cry came forth with such intensity. As my charismatic friend had described earlier, this was my delivery room. More came to pray over me, and soon after I was at peace. I felt lighter, without any care of who was watching, talking, or judging what had just taken place.
Both of those who were praying over me initially looked at one another, as I remember the look on this lady's face of concern, they both said alongside one another, 'Trauma'. During this, I cannot pinpoint any specifics when I was asked, "What happened to you?". It did not matter anymore, I now know I was not supposed to pick them apart. I was finally free.
As the days went on, I have come to know Jesus needed this to happen. As the Holy Spirit I believe has conveyed, there were things blocking Him from moving through me as He needed to, in order for greater things to come.
I came to this event as a vendor to provide Sacred Art pieces for the lay faithful, and in turn left delivered from a lifetime of deeply rooted pains.
As St. Francis of Assisi is quoted: "If God can work through me, He can work through anyone."
We must only have the 'Fiat' as Our Blessed Mother, 'Be it done unto me, according to thy word'.
Jeremiah 29:11
For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
-Lauren Franklin
Southern Saint Designs, LLC
There is so much enthusiasm wrapped in with such a beautiful and powerful encounter with Our Lord; reflective of the Woman at the Well, a story we all know, but bares a reflection per this experience. As she was drawing water from the well and
There is so much enthusiasm wrapped in with such a beautiful and powerful encounter with Our Lord; reflective of the Woman at the Well, a story we all know, but bares a reflection per this experience. As she was drawing water from the well and Jesus approaches her offering His Living Water that she would never thirst, telling her everything about herself. Imagine for a moment, what was disclosed to her which prompted such a response on her part? What did Our Lord expose? Were these things hidden or suppressed in her heart to protect herself; the most intimate details only God Himself could know... Perhaps things forgotten? She had an encounter with Love Himself to such a profound extent she ran in pure amazement to tell everyone of the Man who knew everything about her...
Friday, my husband I set up our 4 tables as a vendor for the conference which took over 2 hours with detail for this set up with a significant amount of Sacred Art pieces for display. The night before, I was up past midnight still working on packing and pricing items so we would be ready to go when we both got off work Friday morning. While my husband and I were setting up Friday and into the evening I was extremely fatigued, which is unusual for myself as someone who does not go to sleep until after midnight on any regular day. There was no reason for this lethargy that overwhelmed me to such an extent. Before my husband left to go back home and be with our boys, we discussed how I may have to take a nap in the car before driving home that night.
I asked a few attendees for prayers to help overcome this great fatigue, even attempted to take a short nap in the auditorium which ultimately led to me praying a Binding Prayer and was thankfully delivered from this shortly after.
When the mass started, I noticed a large projector screen behind the altar as well as guitars, and singers on stage, which caught me off guard to be honest. As someone accustomed to a traditional Novus Ordo it brought back protestant memories (pre conversion), however I know Jesus was present, and the life of the Holy Spirit was already apparent. Instead of judging this experience, I just surrendered to the Holy Spirit for Him to work through me however He saw fit- I was here, this was my 'Fiat Voluntas Tua'.
I did not come into this conference with any expectation, as someone who had attended healing masses before, and somewhat familiar with the charismatic movement. Shortly into the mass the tears which I'd not cried in a long time began to flow. I was kneeling alone in the isle, no logical reason to be moved to tears other than the presence of the Lord was welling up within me to such an extent I was sobbing, even trembling as I stared at the Chalice on the altar saying, "Your Blood is in that chalice!". I kept hearing interiorly, "Gift of tears".
I did not get to hear much of any of the speakers unfortunately during this event, as I was away speaking with charismatic attendees in the lobby, asking questions of discernment to understand these particular gifts, specifically the gift of tongues.
Saturday morning, I kept having this feeling that I was to be a part of this event more so than standing at my tables all day in an attempt to make sales. I typically don't even walk away from the tables at events, so this was a movement outside of myself. Father Paschal and I spoke for a while regarding things within my own personal life and suggested I speak and Pray with a lady who he does healing ministry with and hears from Our Lord. Later that day unbeknownst to me I was speaking with this lady whom Father was referring too. Once I realized who this person was, we moved to the auditorium, then to the bottom of the stairwell after 2 hours of conversation and praying. I know many were looking to purchase items during this time, and I do apologize, there was a greater purpose for my absence.
This lady was now my closest advocate at the event, one who I bore all to, and she was hearing from Our Lord on my behalf. She bent her ear to my heart... There are many times we mere humans believe we have forgiven, surrendered, or gotten passed the things in our lives in effort to heal, and though these things may seem far off and no longer have an outward effect on us, God the Father sees the remnant that we unknowingly hold onto. The scraps of traumas that still define us... Though we are no longer slaves to what we have done or what has been done onto us, often victims after they are freed from traumatic situations are still held captive in their hearts and minds. These are the pieces of my story that the Holy Spirit brought to the surface later that evening for a deliverance that cried out to Heaven.
Moments later we were to begin the Saturday evening mass. I sat in the upper middle portion of the auditorium with a tunnel vision view of the altar. The presiding priest began the opening of the mass with praise and worship music and proclaiming healing to come 'if only we believe'. Everyone there was attending for healing in some way. It was not long until the tears began to flow once again. I can only describe the gift of tears as your chest opening in a spiritual sense and your heart breathing fresh, pure air for the first time in a long while. There is no sadness, just pure and unadulterated love that consumes you.
I came to this event with a severely broken toe, doing all the things, hobbling along, ignoring the pain, pushing through as I normally do in my daily life, offering everything up while gritting my teeth- per the usual. Though the toe was prayed over, it is still broken. It appears I have more 'offering up' to do in the meantime. Our Lord always has His ways.
After mass, I knew I needed to speak to a charismatic friend on the gift of tears who happened to be in attendance at this time. This person spoke previously at a Magnificat Luncheon on the gift of tears. She explained to me that 'deliverance happens in the delivery room'. It is messy, it is loud, there are many tears, screams, cries, groaning, smells, all the things; but once delivered there is peace. I knew what she was speaking of as a mother of 2, but I did not fully comprehend it, or know that very soon after this conversation, I too would be in the 'delivery room'.
After the last speaker, it was getting late, and I decided to begin packing up the tables which I knew would take a lot of time to do with all the many pieces there were to pack up. As I began doing this, I heard the bells signaling that Jesus was being exposed in the Blessed Sacrament. My attention being drawn away to the need to pack up at that time was obvious that something did not want me to participate in the healing service. At this time Patrick Campbell came to lobby to signal his son to come into the auditorium and signaled me as well to which I then ran inside.
We were provided the anointing of the sick, which I've received before at my parish. I did not receive with any intention as spoken previously. Of course, my toe was broken, but after nearly 3 weeks of suffering it was simply a forethought at this time. Praise and worship music began, and I moved to the very front, standing and sobbing directly in front of the Blessed Sacrament, just as you'd see concert goers standing in front of a stage; there I was focused intently on Jesus as He was looking back at me.
There was a man who I now know to be active in deliverance ministry along with a lady who I'd spoken with often throughout the event who asked if they could pray over me. I agreed, knowing I'd just received Holy Communion, the anointing of the sick, and Jesus of course was right in front of me. As I sat down in the seat for them to pray over me in tongues, I again had no expectation, no thought to anything particular, just for the Holy Spirit to do as He Wills, whatever happened, if anything, it is what God wants.
Shortly after they began to pray over me the tears again began to flow. I will now describe what I can to be best of my ability...
My chest felt of intense pressure but not painful, as if a balloon were about to bust, whatever this pressure was, came from deep within and arose to the surface. My mouth and jaw appeared wide open, wider than I can even describe while leaning over, holding back with great force this silent yet agonizing cry within that needed to be released. I imagine it as when you see a woman in great pain due to a grave loss or a significant trauma screaming from the bottom of her soul. I heard the lady praying over me say, 'Let it out'. It was that defining moment as if Jesus Himself spoke through her in other words, 'Let it go'. That howling scream, the agonizing cry came forth with such intensity. As my charismatic friend had described earlier, this was my delivery room. More came to pray over me, and soon after I was at peace. I felt lighter, without any care of who was watching, talking, or judging what had just taken place.
Both of those who were praying over me initially looked at one another, as I remember the look on this lady's face of concern, they both said alongside one another, 'Trauma'. During this, I cannot pinpoint any specifics when I was asked, "What happened to you?". It did not matter anymore, I now know I was not supposed to pick them apart. I was finally free.
As the days went on, I have come to know Jesus needed this to happen. As the Holy Spirit I believe has conveyed, there were things blocking Him from moving through me as He needed to, in order for greater things to come.
I came to this event as a vendor to provide Sacred Art pieces for the lay faithful, and in turn left delivered from a lifetime of deeply rooted pains.
As St. Francis of Assisi is quoted: "If God can work through me, He can work through anyone."
We must only have the 'Fiat' as Our Blessed Mother, 'Be it done unto me, according to thy word'.
Jeremiah 29:11
For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
-Lauren Franklin
Southern Saint Designs, LLC
Testimony from: Beth Russo
I thought I would share this vision before I forgot the details. I need to keep a vision journal. I have only been seeing visions for about three years now. I have had several, but some I have forgotten. Yes, you may share on the website. "On
I thought I would share this vision before I forgot the details. I need to keep a vision journal. I have only been seeing visions for about three years now. I have had several, but some I have forgotten. Yes, you may share on the website.
"On Friday, July 26, 2025, as Father James Hedderman delivered his homily, I was suddenly enveloped by a breathtaking vision. A brilliant, round white light shone down, casting a serene glow above Father Hedderman's head. Jesus descended and positioned Himself beside Father's right shoulder, remaining there throughout the homily. This presence filled the congregation with tranquility and reverence, amplifying the impact of Father's words with a celestial authority. The following evening, we had a group session where we shared our sacred words and prophecies. During the session, I spoke about my vision, and a young lady confirmed that she had seen the same vision. She decided to remain anonymous. On Monday morning, I was told that Father Hedderman had heard about my vision and stated he felt the presence of Jesus with him. Isn't God amazing!!"
Blessings,
Beth Russo
"Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving."
– Colossians 3:23-24
I thought I would share this vision before I forgot the details. I need to keep a vision journal. I have only been seeing visions for about three years now. I have had several, but some I have forgotten. Yes, you may share on the website. "On
I thought I would share this vision before I forgot the details. I need to keep a vision journal. I have only been seeing visions for about three years now. I have had several, but some I have forgotten. Yes, you may share on the website.
"On Friday, July 26, 2025, as Father James Hedderman delivered his homily, I was suddenly enveloped by a breathtaking vision. A brilliant, round white light shone down, casting a serene glow above Father Hedderman's head. Jesus descended and positioned Himself beside Father's right shoulder, remaining there throughout the homily. This presence filled the congregation with tranquility and reverence, amplifying the impact of Father's words with a celestial authority. The following evening, we had a group session where we shared our sacred words and prophecies. During the session, I spoke about my vision, and a young lady confirmed that she had seen the same vision. She decided to remain anonymous. On Monday morning, I was told that Father Hedderman had heard about my vision and stated he felt the presence of Jesus with him. Isn't God amazing!!"
Blessings,
Beth Russo
"Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving."
– Colossians 3:23-24
"What a beautiful conference that was!"
Thank you!
Tully Lightsey
Thank you!
Tully Lightsey
