My daughters and I went to the mountains to gather some herbs for our grandmother. On our way back, a strong wind arose, it started raining and the stones began to fell down. We entrusted ourselves to Saint Liberata, and not even a small stone hit us. After that we descend from the mountains. We were wet, cold, but safe and sound. We thank for this amazing miracle.
Retablo by Selva Prieto Salazar