Blessed Mother of Naju saved our family from a divorce
own a small restaurant and have been married 24 years. I was
baptized 17 years ago. My husband and I had problems from the
beginning. Our two daughters have grown up, one in college and
another in high school. But our problems continued, with no peaceful
days. In recent months, I repeatedly suggested divorce without any
on July 14, 1997, we agreed to get divorced. My husband said that,
if I signed the papers first, he would give me alimony. But I said
that, if he gave me alimony first, I would sign the papers. Neither
making any concession, we decided to continue living in the same
house like strangers. He promised to give me alimony ten months
later (next May). We agreed to separate at that time. It was
extremely painful to live like that, trying to avoid each other in
the same house. I could not concentrate on my business. My mind was
filled with thoughts and resentment about my husband. I worked hard
every day, but he was living freely, even meeting other women. I
needed some rest from my work.
peace even for a month, I looked for a retreat house and, finally,
came to the Blessed Mother’s House in Naju. It was about 8:20 p.m.
on August 26, 1997 when I arrived there. I went there without
expecting any miracles or asking for any signs. All I wanted was
some rest and peace. However, unexpectedly, I saw a miracle.
next day, August 27, I saw the Eucharist coming down from the
Crucifix and saw Julia suffering pains in her swollen abdomen. When
a foreign priest placed the Eucharist, which had descended, on
Julia’s stomach and prayed, her abdomen returned to its normal
size. I was beside myself. I began crying. Tears were pouring down.
I soon realized that my tears were tears of grace for my repentance.
I realized that the Blessed Mother did not want my family to be
days later, I left Naju and arrived at Yeongdeungpo Railroad Station
in the southern part of Seoul, but did not feel like going home. I
telephoned several other places, because I did not want to face my
husband’s terrifying face. Finally, I called home to let the
children know that Mom had arrived. But it was my husband who
answered the phone. It was a soft voice, “Come home fast.” When
I arrived home, he embraced me warmly and consoled me. I burst into
tears. I was still in my husband’s arms. Thank God! Thank you,
Jesus and the Blessed Mother.
Agnes Suk-hee Yoo, Jungan Villa #302, 464-21
Hwagok 4-dong, Su-ku, Seoul, September 18, 1997