Our Lady in Medjugorje said to me: get up and walk
1. THE CROSS OF VALENTINA
In the spring of 1983 I had been admitted to a hospital in Zagreb, in the neurology department, for a serious suffering that had struck me and that the doctors could not understand. I was sick, very sick, it seemed to me that I had to die; nevertheless I did not pray for me, but prayed for the other sick people, so that they could bear their sufferings.
Question: Why didn't you pray for yourself?
Answer: Praying for me? Never! Why pray for me if God knows what I have? He knows what's good for me, whether sickness or healing!
Q .: If so, why pray for other people? God knows everything about them too ...
A .: Yes, but God wants us to accept our cross, and carry it as long as He wants and as He wants.
Q .: And what happened after Zagreb?
A .: They took me to the hospital in Mostar. One day my sister-in-law's brother-in-law came to see me and a man I didn't know came with him. This man made a cross mark on my forehead here! And I, after this sign, immediately felt good. But I didn't give importance to the sign of the cross, I thought it was nonsense but then, thinking about that cross I woke up, I was full of joy. However I did not say anything to anyone, otherwise they took me for a madwoman. I only kept it for myself and so I went on. Before leaving, the man said to me, "I am Father Slavko."
After Mostar hospital, I went back to Zagreb and again the doctors told me they couldn't help me, and that I had to go home. But that cross that Fr Slavko had made for me was always in front of me, I saw it with the eyes of my heart, I felt it and it gave me strength and courage. I had to see that priest again. I felt he could help me. So I went to Mostar where the Franciscans live and when Fr Slavko saw me immediately he said to me: «You must stay here. You don't have to go to other places, to other hospitals. ' So he brought me home and I was a month with the Franciscan friars. Fr Slavko came to pray and sing about me, he was always close to me, but I always got worse.
2. Get up and walk
Then one wonderful thing happened on a Saturday. It was the feast of the Immaculate Heart of Mary. But I didn't think it was Saturday because it was the feast of the Holy Heart of Mary, because I was so bad that I wanted to go to my house because I wanted to die there. Fr Slavko was absent that day. At a certain point I began to feel strange things: as if stones were detaching me from my heart. I didn't say anything. Then I saw the cross that Fr Slavko had made for me in the hospital: it had become a cross that I could take with my hand. It was a small cross around a crown of thorns: it gave off a great light and filled me with joy, and it also made me laugh. I didn't say anything to anyone because I thought: "If I say this to someone, they will believe me more stupid than before."
When this cross disappeared, I heard a voice inside me saying: "I AM MARY OF MEDJUGORJE. GET UP AND WALK. TODAY IS MY SACRED HEART AND YOU MUST COME TO MEDJUGORJE ». I felt a strength inside me: it made me get out of bed; I got up even if I didn't want to. I was holding myself because I thought I was hallucinating. But I had to get up and went to call Fr Slavko and I went with him to Medjugorje.