My husband, my children and I were involved in our parish. My husband was an organist and we served Mass. A few years ago, as a result of a cabal, fuelled by calumnies, lies and wickedness, we and our choir were forbidden to sing. Our suffering was terrible, for it was a place of conversion not only for the choristers and parishioners, but also for the faithful who came from afar. I thought I was cured of this wound, but the encounter of a person who had harmed us made everything resurface. One night, I asked God to help me get out of this sadness and the next day I had to teach catechism in a spirit of joy. I opened Volume 3 of “For the Happiness of My Own, My Chosen Ones. Jesus” and I read a message Jesus gave in a similar case. In the morning, my tears had dried, Jesus consoled me as He had done for others.