The Sacred Heart of Jesus in my life

Note: Published first in my Spanish blog on 7/1/11 

Today is the feast of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. It falls   on the first Friday after Corpus Christi, the Solemnity of the Most Holy Body and Blood of Christ, 19 days after Pentecost. 

There's an image of the Sacred Heart of Jesus in my house, which draws me in an incomprehensible way. It's before this image that I began to talk with Jesus.   And I say incomprehensible, because I truly feel His presence;   it's the image of my friend.    When I feel sad, happy, dejected, tired, it's here, before this image, that I can tell Him my things, talk as if with a friend.   And this happened after my mother's death—the image is in her room. It was because of this that I came to this room, now only my father's, to remember my mother. And although the memory of my mother is present, it's her image that calms me.   I've cried so many times before Him, and when I contemplate His face, I forget everything: my sadness, my fears. It's as if He Himself were speaking to me, telling me that everything will be all right, not to worry, that I will survive.  He is the one who dries my tears, the one who comforts me.    And it was before his image that my tears turned into words, where I began to have a more intimate relationship with Jesus, to tell him about my joys as well.   That was about six years ag, and I didn't know when the feast of His Sacred Heart was celebrated.    I learned about the celebration through my planner, which had the date on it.   I remember that day,   when I realized the date, I wanted to know if they held Mass in my parish to celebrate this special day.   And my sister called a friend, who in turn called the church—or I don't know who, I really don't remember—and they told her yes, there was a Mass.   So my friend, my sister, and I went to Mass of the Sacred Heart of Jesus.   It was truly a blessing from God.   The Confraternity of the Sacred Heart of Jesus entered the church singing, I think with an image, I don't remember exactly.   And people attended who didn't even know that our parish held such a celebration; someone notified them that same day.   I remember that during Mass, the light coming through the stained-glass windows illuminated the image. I turned to look at them and found a stained-glass window of the Holy Spirit.   It was a Friday afternoon, I don't know what time, but it was a very beautiful experience to be able to celebrate His feast.   After Mass, there was a gathering, and I think there was a rosary before the meal; I don't remember exactly.   I don't know if I would have reached resignation without this image of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, but it was through it that I was able to feel that overflowing love of Jesus, who never abandons us.   A heart inflamed with love for us, who suffered so much for humanity, and who is always there to listen to us, to give us His love, and to bring us closer to Him.   I must confess that I felt such closeness to Him that I even felt guilty for not visiting the Blessed Sacrament as frequently.  present in all the tabernacles of the world, for how would I feel if I were really in front of Him?