We were 6 in Bret's van, and there were two women I didn't know.  So off to Montreal we went.  On the way about 10 minutes we all wanted to say the Rosary and then we sang a few songs.  Then all was quiet in the van.  We were all so anxious to get there, even though we had just been told that the foundress of our group would not be there because she had made a mistake in her schedule and, she was giving a retreat at the original place that was open for her to receive people to give weeks and mini retreats.  She also offers, to those who want to stay as long as they want a place, but they have to pay for staying there even though they are the ones who are taking care of the building as if they owned it, but at a much lesser cost than weekends and weeks retreats.  We had just found out just as we were taking off about her not being in Montreal, so we were all disappointed and yet anxious to just be in the second building.  That second building had been given for to the foundress for $1.00 (one dollar) to make the papers legal.  It had been a convent and now a retreat house. 

      We were all quiet, like I said before and all of a sudden Ina, who was in front with Bret turns around and looks at us.  I was in the last seat with a woman I had seen at the gatherings and the two other women I didnt know were in the middle seats.  No one had introduced us, and we had just prayed and sang together, nice huh!  So, as Ina turned around she looked at me and she said; Oh Bébianne, we have a Marguerite in the van!!! -  Marguerite is French for Daisy- and we were all French.  I said, really!  Where?

      So I start to look around in the van for a daisy.  Then Ina starts to laugh and says "non non Bébianne, I don't mean a flower "daisy."  It's a real live, living in the flesh Marguerite -daisy- she's right in front of you!"  I was sitting in the driver's side and there was a lady sitting in the seat in front of me.  So I fronted up from my seat and I'm trying to look at the woman who was in front of me.  Ina says again, " non non Bébianne not her, this one, pointing to the woman I could see that was sitting in the passenger's side.  Then Ina introduced us to each other.  That did not end there. Marguerite wanted to know what I had to do with that name.  I started to tell them and she was all mixed up, Bret was telling her something that she had forgotten.  We were laughing at Ina because she kept on re- repeating words.  After a few minutes Ina said; Bébianne, help me and tell us about your Daisy Marguerite story.  I said Ok, but first let me tell you something that confirms that I am supposed to go to Montreal and that Marguerite was not supposed to be in this van.  Up till the last minute before we left the parking lot a while ago Marguerite was told that she was supposed to be in one of the other vans.  This move was done about 5 minutes before we left." Ina looked at me and Marguerite and asked is this was true?  I continued, "out of two other vehicles she ends up in here with us.  This is planned I said, and I told them about the retreat and the DAISY story.  They were all impressed.  Even Ina said, "I may have Alzheimer but I don't remember at all what you just told us now.  This is weird Bébianne!" I answered, "no its not.  PAPA DIEU has a plan and HIS plan is enfolding with all of you and me.  Remember when you scared me in Church Ina and I told you I was waiting for HIS answer, well part of it is this trip with a LIVE WOMAN DAISY- MARGUERITE- and HE IS not done yet. 

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      But, I do agree with you, on the human point of view, that it is weird, not the weird that kids say but, unusual happening."  Ina then added; "that's the word I wanted to use but it wasn't coming up. It is unusual that we are all together.  And the silence returned while we were approaching lunch time. 

      Then we stopped in Levi, Quebec to eat lunch at a Mall.  We had one hour to eat and get back to the vehicle we were in.  We all made it back on time and the three vehicles were parked side by side.  Then Bret was talking to the other drivers, through their opened windows, when and where was the next stop, etc.  While Bret was talking to the drivers, Ina, who was sitting in her seat started to talk signed language, and mouth movement words to a woman in the van next to us, all of a sudden I hear, "Oh Bébianne".  I looked up; I see her rush out of the van, run to the other van, grab something handed to her, runs back to her seat and repeats, "Oh Bébianne look here!"  I was in absolute awed and dumfounded, and so were the others in our van.  She was holding a framed picture of a field of DAISIES.  I said, O my GOD! Marguerite say the same, the other women looks at me, their mouths open in shock too.  I did not know who had bought that framed picture, and that lady just wanted to show Ina how GODS Creation is awesome, Ina said.  I just voiced out, "I have no idea what HES doing, but I now know HE does.  This to good to be true!  Who am I to receive this?  They all said; don't say that, you're...

      Ina had to go back to give the framed picture to its owner and the people in that van were questioning her about what was all the fuss over a little framed picture and she told them just a little to satisfy their curiosity.  When she was back in her seat and we were leaving she told me that the group told her that they have to know about that DAISY story, and that the lady who had purchase it had no idea why she was so appealed to that picture out of all those that were in the store.  Then we prayed and sang some more. We made a gas/restroom stop and then back on the road.

      Then finally, we arrive in Montreal, at the retreat house where Danielle lives the longer.  So we all got out of our vehicles, not rushing because we knew that the foundress wouldn't be there so it wouldn't be the same.  We were all together with our suitcases climbing the stairs.  The first one opened the porchs door and as he opens that door another one opened it from inside and we heard greetings with a great big laughs.  When it was my turn to enter the porch there was a little woman, with a joyous smile, who showed me the way inside the building.  I was a bit behind from the first ones and I could hear the laughter and the BONJOUR! in the building.  Then it was my turn to enter the doorway. I saw 2 lines of beautiful women with beautiful smiles hugging each and every one of us.  Then I was gently touched and hugged by the woman who had opened the door and then she showed me the way to get more hugs, she had said to all of us.  Then I was inside and the next in line to receive hugs and there were other people in back of me.  I was greeted by three women and was going to the next when I saw this lady standing after just hugging one.

      I kind of froze, and then I heard myself say, "Oh my GOD you're here! Danielle, you're here I said again.  She gave me a great big hug and was happy I was so happy to see her.  Then she introduced me to the woman next to her.  I was laughing, crying and enjoying such loving people.  Our whole group members were in tears, so were all those from the retreat house, because of the love we were expressing to them.  What a WELCOME for sure PAPA DIEU was involved in this.

      We were then escorted to our rooms, since we all had our suitcases in our hands and moving them as we met another loving woman.  Danielle told us to just put them in our room and then went downstairs to the kitchen/dining room where all the other people who take care of the house were also.  They are women and men who are divorced or, separated.  They are living their Sacramental vows they had made to their spouse at their wedding.  The paper they signed was a Sacrament for life and they will never be with another as long as their spouse dies.  We all gathered in the dining area, and Danielle made us feel welcome, again, and "waited for."  She was looking forward to meet our extension of her FAMILLE SOLITUDE MIRIAM (MYRIAM'S SOLITUDE FAMILY) 

      Danielle told us that we were to celebrate Holy Mass in a couple of minutes, and then we were to come back down for supper.  After supper we could go unpack.  And she led the way up to the Chapel.  When we were going up a set of stairs, there was a wide window and wide window sill.  On the window sill three were busts of women Saints statues.  I saw the written name of two and their names were Marguerite of...  I just touched them all but, not realizing the names I have read as we were going up.  I was too moved by the WELCOME we had experienced and my mind was on the Mass.  Another SURPRISE that PAPA DIEU had done for me.  I was so moved when Danielle mentioned about going to Mass first, I sent out a big surprised gasped, and all the heads turned towards me.  I was truly touched.  GOD'S BLESSINGS OF JESUS' BODY AND BLOOD FOR OUR SOULS, before food blessings for our body.  That's how I took having Mass before food.  We all entered the Chapel and there was reverence in the air that I had rarely felt in going to Masses.  I went and sat in the front row like I always do in Church here, the second or, the first row.  I passed the front of the Tabernacle to choose a chair just in case a member of the Team had to sit there.  I sat and said my THANK YOU(S) and prayed.   Where my chair was, it was about three chairs away from the front of the Tabernacle, and I was right in front of the Altar.  The Altar was at the left of the Tabernacle.  When finished with my usual prayers I opened my eyes so I could look around.  Then I saw a very unusual Crucifix hanging above the Tabernacle.  It was not made like a "normal" Crucifix but, instead it was a shape of a Cross, but Jesus' Corps was a painting.  Behind Jesus' head was a round golden circle that, for me, is The HOST.  Next to Jesus in the Cross' painting is a painting of Mother Mary, who is reverently holding a Chalice in her hands that is right under the pierced side of Jesus.  Coming out from the wounded side of Jesus is

HIS PRECIOUS BLOOD.  The Blood falls in the Chalice that Mother Mary is holding, while she looks intently with her motherly Love at Her Son's Face, and, Jesus' Face is bent toward HIS Mother -we were told after the Mass that this Crucifix was a replica coming from France when Danielle had been asked to go give a retreat, and she said that when she saw that Crucifix she felt that Jesus was telling her to bring it to Canada.  So the priest gave her one for the Chapel.  And she had some made that we can buy that are the size of normal ones, and some that are about 4 inches high.  I bought one of the smaller sizes and I put it under my pillow with my Rosary-.  Back in the Chapel, as I was looking at everything I could see, on the floor right in front of the Tabernacle was a beautiful basket flower arrangement.  I continue to admire the Chapel and my eyes went to the arrangement again, and then I saw, out of all the flowers that were in the basket, there was only one DAISY that was to the side towards me.  That DAISY was all propped up on its stem wide open and facing me.  I just gasped again I couldn't believe it.  I looked if there were others and there were none in front, or on the side towards me.  After Mass, I checked and there was another one on the other side of the bouquet, and that one was more in back of the arrangement and it was wilted allot.  

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      We went to the dinning room downstairs to eat, and when I had entered the dining area when we had arrived before Mass I had seen on the back wall a hand made, colored with crayons a blue birds, clouds, one DAISY, and some other flowers.  Then I had told myself, "is this DAISY happening for real?  This is too much, I don't deserve this".  But I had not said anything to anyone in case someone would have noticed that one daisy on the wall because since almost everyone in our group knew about it by then, and, even some were calling me Marguerite after that.  When we were all present, and ready to find a place to sit, we were told to sit at different tables at each meal, even breakfast, because that is how we get to know each other, Danielle had told us. So we all did just that.  Then Danielle added that she lives in an old motor home that is parked next to the garage and she comes to eat with the people who go there.  She eats with us and since everyone wants to go sit with her at her table, that way everyone has a chance to sit at her table.  We ate and then after the every supper meal Danielle has a little talk with the groups, or anyone from outside who already did a retreat there can go after supper, she added; thats just to help digest our food before we go to bed.  After the jokes and hilarious laughter, we were sent off with many wishes of sweet dreams and a restful night.

      At noon for lunch, I went to sit at the table where Danielle was the night before since she was not at that table when I arrived there, figuring that she would go at another table, because we were told that we had to change tables, thinking that she was doing it too since it was her who told us to do that.  We were waiting until everyone had a place to sit, and then here comes Danielle who sits right next to me, at the same chair she was the night before.  I asked her why she was still sitting at the same table and she flatly answered, Because Im the Boss, and what the Boss say, goes with a great big smile on her face.  She then told us that she is the only one who stays at the same table.  I couldn't believe it.  She then talked and joked allot while we were enjoying the meal.  Then one lady in our group, who was sitting at my table but I had not recognized her voice because we were so noisy, and busy eating, had called me to her attention, and, instead of saying Bébianne she had said Marguerite.  So Danielle had heard that, and of course she takes a double look at my nametag and says; "Hey, it says here that her name is Bébianne and not Marguerite.  Aren't you in the same group?  How come you don't know her name yet?" It was Ina who had called me and she started to tell Danielle about the events since my going to the retreat and the Marguerites DAISIES.  Suddenly, Danielle stops eating, looks at me and says, "You don't know this, but, my middle name is Marguerite!"  I dropped my fork in my plate, and just voiced out a big NO Way! in English.  Danielle understood what I had said and she said; it's true.  My name is Mary Danielle Marguerite (her maiden name -which I forgot) Bourgeois.  Still looking at me she added; and, from now on, your name is "Bébianne Marguerite de Jésus".  I just voiced out; "Now that is tooooo much.  "Oohh no it's not, she added, and continued with; Jésus told you HE loves you, and all these DAISIES/Marguerites things that are happening since you left home this morning are no coincidences at all.  HE wants you to be named Marguerite too and I added of Jesus to it.  Doesn't that sound good? she asked the whole crowd.  One lady who had been calling me Marguerite because, a woman from our van was calling me that all the time so to tease me, gets up and said; I've been calling her Marguerite since she arrived, and, someone was asking about who is she, and, I answered them, oh that's Marguerite from New Brunswick. I feel bad now she added.  I then stood up and told her as she was still standing; "Oohh it's much worse than you think calling me that name.  You see, my real name is Bébianne, but I'm not even from NewBrunswick, I'm from Maine, in the United States.  Were you ever wrong!  And I thought I had a hard time remembering names.  You beat me here!"  A big explosion of laughter and clapping of hand erupted in the room.  And so, I was branded Margueritte all weekend long.  What another surprise HE sent my way.  I now was the DAISY!

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