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Exacto Moments in San Diego

The Presence of the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit, and Mother MaryFEAST OF OUR LADY OF FATIMA

It all began on the Feast Day of Our Lady of Fatima.

That morning, I received a message from the husband of my spiritual bestie, Grace. She had been rushed to the hospital. From that moment, a deep desire rose in my heart — to go to church, attend Mass, and pray for her healing.

But even before I stepped into any church, something unusual had already begun.

Earlier that morning, I came across a picture of God the Father with the Holy Family.

The moment I saw it, a dream from years past came flooding back — one that had never fully left my heart.

In that dream, I saw God the Father. And before Him stood Jesus, Mother Mary, and Saint Joseph, all facing toward the Father in heaven. The image was peaceful, solemn, and full of meaning. Moved by the memory, I asked AI to create an image of what I had seen. I didn’t fully understand why it was returning to me at that exact moment — but I knew something spiritual was unfolding.

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Later that day, while searching for a church in San Diego where I could attend Mass, I found one with a 5:00 PM Mass in Spanish. It was the only one nearby, so I went.

When I walked in, I stopped.

Right in front of where I was seated was a woman wearing a shirt bearing the image of God the Father, Jesus Christ on the Cross, and the dove of the Holy Spirit.

It was almost the exact image that had been living in my heart since morning.”I am here.”

After Mass, the Monstrance was brought out for Eucharistic Adoration. Drawn by my desire to pray for Grace, I went forward and knelt before Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament.

As I prayed, I noticed a mother kneeling at the altar with her two young children. Something in the sight touched me deeply — it reminded me of Mother Mary bringing her children before Jesus. I quietly took a photo, sensing there was something sacred in that moment.

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When I stepped outside, another surprise awaited me. Beside the church, a Rosary procession was underway — an offering of flowers for Our Lady of Fatima. I stood there, amazed.

And then came another Exacto Moment.

The same two children I had seen kneeling before the Blessed Sacrament were now the ones holding the cloth where people placed their flowers for Mother Mary.

Everything felt connected.The Eucharist.   Mother Mary.   The children.
Prayer.   Healing.   The Holy Spirit.

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The next day, Grace’s husband sent word: the heart tests were complete. There was no problem with the heart — only a small clot found in the leg.

Hallelujah.   An answered prayer.

That evening, Grace and I spoke for nearly an hour, sharing everything that had happened during those days of prayer and grace.

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Later that night, we went to dinner in Little Italy. While waiting for our food, I felt a sudden urge to return to the car. But instead of going straight back, I found myself wandering the surrounding streets.

At a corner, I saw a church. I didn’t know if it was Catholic or Protestant — but something led me inside.

The church was named: Our Lady of the Rosary.

Again, Mother Mary. Again, the Rosary.

As I entered and began recording a short video, I realized I had walked in at the exact moment of the offering of the bread and wine. A Confirmation Mass was taking place — solemn and beautiful. At the end, I received a blessing from the bishop.

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That moment brought back a memory from 2024 in Chicago. After a reunion, while waiting for my connecting flight back to San Francisco, I felt a sudden pull to find a church. I searched on my phone, took a ride, and walked in — not knowing what to expect.

The church was named: Our Lady of the Rosary.

Another Exacto Moment. Another quiet reminder that Mother Mary was gently leading me closer to Jesus.

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On the third day, before leaving San Diego, we visited Old Town. There stood another church: Immaculate Conception. Once more, I was being led back to her.

Inside a souvenir shop nearby, I came across another image — God the Father, together with Mother Mary and Jesus.”Lord, the Exacto Moments continue.”

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I honestly thought the thread would end there. But then came Tuesday.

At our Charismatic prayer meeting at Saint Vincent, an image appeared on the screen at the close of the evening:God the Father.   God the Son.   God the Holy Spirit.

And then Wednesday, May 20 — in the Adoration Chapel of Saint Dominic.

Sitting in silence before the Holy Eucharist, I simply listened. My heart was led to the First Book of Maccabees — the story of Judas Maccabeus, victory, and the purification of the Temple. The Temple had been desecrated. The people had drifted far from God. But after the victory, they returned — purified the Temple, restored worship, and bowed before God once more.

In that stillness, I felt the Lord speak. Not only about the Temple in Jerusalem. But about us. About our hearts.Return to Me.

Back to reverence. Back to prayer. Back to holiness.
Back to the Eucharist. Back to His Presence.

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As I sat there, one more thought entered my heart.

Perhaps these were not simply isolated moments. Perhaps the Lord was preparing us — just as He once gathered the disciples in prayer with Mother Mary as they waited for the Holy Spirit — for Pentecost Sunday at Saint Vincent.

He was, and is, gathering His people once again.