Something I’ve Been Wanting to Share

I’ve gone back and forth on writing this. It’s personal, and honestly, some people might think I’m imagining things. But this is what happened, and it’s been sitting in my heart for weeks — so here it goes.

This year started heavy. From January through the end of September, prayer felt dry. I showed up, but inside, I felt far from God. I knew He was there… I just felt disconnected.

Then I went to the charismatic conference at the end of September. I didn’t go expecting anything big — I just needed spiritual air. But something lifted there. I left feeling lighter, like God removed a giant that had been standing in front of me for months.

Since then, I still struggle sometimes, but I don’t feel alone in it. I feel Jesus carrying my cross with me. And I feel the Blessed Mother closer every day, especially when I consecrate myself to her Immaculate Heart each morning.

A few weeks after that conference, something happened at Mass that changed everything.

The Morning Everything Shifted

I walked into Mass wearing my mantilla and immediately felt awkward. Silly. Unworthy. All the old insecurities came rushing back.

During Mass, I heard something in my heart — clear, steady, unmistakable:

“Write about it.

Record it.

Share what the mantilla means.

What it doesn’t.

Why you wear it.”

The moment those words came, I felt peace settle in. Direction. A sense of “this is what I want you to do.”

I thought that was it.

I was wrong.

The Message After Mass

After Mass, my older brother — who I hadn’t seen in months — came up to me and said he needed to talk.

We stepped outside, and he told me that during the entire Mass, the Lord had been speaking to him about me. Then he shared the message he received:

That God was asking me to start a movement connected to the mantilla.

A movement for young women. A movement of humility, purity, and return to God. A movement where I would give out blessed white mantillas at the end of retreats.

He said he saw a vision of young women wearing the white mantillas I had given them.

My first reaction was shock — but also confirmation.

Because what he told me lined up exactly with the words I had heard in my heart during Mass. Same direction.

Same theme.

Same calling.

When I told him what I had experienced, he actually looked relieved — because what I heard confirmed what he heard.

Two people.

Same Mass.

Same message.

Another Confirmation

Later that day, I called someone I thought wore a mantilla. She told me she didn’t — but she had been discerning it.

When I shared everything, she told me my call was her confirmation. She wanted to be part of this movement too.

Three confirmations in one day. Each one pointing to the same thing.

What Happened When I Got Home

When I finally got home, I went straight to prayer.

That same afternoon, I consecrated this whole mission to the Immaculate Heart of Mary. And as I sat with the Lord, I opened my Bible to Luke 1:46–55 — Mary’s Magnificat.

The moment I read, “My spirit rejoices in God my Savior, ”I felt it. My own spirit rejoicing.

I cried — because I knew in that moment the Lord was confirming everything.

Same day.

Same prayer.

Same Scripture.

Why I’m Sharing This Now

Honestly, this blog should’ve been written earlier, but as I’ve been completing the 46-Day Mary’s Mantle Consecration retreat, I wasn’t sure how to put all of this into words without sounding dramatic or strange.

But I’m learning that when God gives you something, you don’t hide it. You share it — even imperfectly.

The Facebook group came weeks later. Just a small step. I don’t know exactly what this movement will look like yet, but I know God is doing something. And I want to follow His lead one step at a time.

Closing

If any part of this touched you or stirred something in your heart, you’re welcome to walk with me. I’ll keep sharing more as the Lord shows me the next steps.

We also added some information about this movement on the No Name Prayer website if you’d like to read more or stay connected as it unfolds.

Thank you for being here. Let’s keep seeking Him together.

Monica