Through the prayers of Mother Xenia, the following happened to me. In the bakery near my house on the 17th line, an orthopedic cane was stolen from me, without which it was especially difficult to walk, especially in winter — it was the eve of Mother Xenia’s memory day. Materially I lived very poor, I had to put three pensions on a stick. By God’s grace, I reached the cemetery and back to Line 17 without any help.
At night, I dream that I am walking down the street and an elderly woman comes up to me (like Mother Xenia in a drawing by John of Kronstadt) and says, “Why don’t you agree to the operation?” My mother and I don’t even have money for a new stick, let alone for surgery. And she says, «Come to me, we’ll ask people with you.» I told my mom this morning. What’s up? I realized that my beloved saint would help me. You have to go to the cemetery and beg. Mother in tears: «What a shame you are.» And I went begging until Easter.
On Easter I took communion and two days later my mother took me to Moscow for surgery. The operation was so successful that even doctors did not expect it. When I returned home, I found a suitable job, my financial situation improved significantly. In my spare time, I tried to go to the chapel to see Mother Xenia and thank her for everything.
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