What a wonderful gift you were blessed with! Thank you for sharing your experience. I’ve never seen anything like that, but very much believe that God reveals what needs to be to His people. I think having that happen is not only a blessing to you, but now in sharing with us, is a benefit to everyone who reads it as I’m sure it may strengthen others faith as well.
As far as expiencing things in life to confirm the real presence of the eucharist, I did have something of a lesser nature happen when I was younger…
It was after the birth of my first child. He was a preemie, and after being born, needed to be helicoptered to a different hospital. The doctors were worried because he could not breath on his own. They let me hold him for just a minute. I was the only one allowed. This scared me even more. It made me think they didn’t think he would make it. I couldn’t travel to be with him till I was healed more from my c-section, and that tore me up inside. It was the longest day and a half of my life. As I was resting the afternoon after his birth, and sleeping soundly- I was awakened rather oddly. While I was asleep, I saw a bright flash of light on my right side, and physically felt someone grab my right arm. I woke up looking to my arm, and no one was there, but then as I looked toward the doorway, I saw a priest standing there. He had come to give me Holy Communion.
I now believe, after having had two more c-sections that it was the Holy Communion that helped to heal me so quickly. The doctors were amazed at my recovery. I didn’t have anything to compare it to, so I assumed that I just had a really good doctor,and a high tolerance to pain- but now I realize after these last two babies that what I experienced was really extraordinary. My baby was born at 8a.m., I was released from the hospital at noon the following day. Drove an hour and a half to see him, with no pain, discomfort or tiredness. Spent all of my time by his side without resting, and felt completely normal, besides a slight pain where my incesion was. The nurses at the childrens hospital kept telling me to get some rest, and I just felt they were crazy for thinking I’d rather be sleeping than be by my child’s side. After having these last two,I now see why they were urging me to rest though.
Although I didn’t fully realize what had taken place at the time, I think that I now understand what happened that afternoon at the hospital. Recieving Jesus through Communion that day very much aided in my healing process so that I could be with my son, and my son who very much needed me- could also be with me.