Stories of the Power of Spirit
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always had a concern and questions about certain unexplained happenings
in my life. I've either accepted or ignored these happenings as
night I was awoken from a sound sleep by a voice calling my name.
I heard it clear as a bell. It awoke me around 1:00 a.m in the
morning. This was not the first time it had happened but this
time I was determined to resolve the mystery.
around the room I reasoned that the voice was definitely female
and that someone was calling me that needed me...but who??? Not
to wake my husband, I headed to the living room to think. As I
headed out of the room, my concerned husband awoke asking if everything
was okay. I explained that someone was calling my name and darn
if I wasn't going to find out who it was. His answer was, "Okay
Honey, you go find out!"
I sat in the living room, I thought of those close to me, my mother
and family members. Mom was at the cottage with family, and I
felt no problem there. Now my older sister, Terry, was recently
widowed and going through a difficult time. I resolved to call
her, as she lives on the West Coast and the time difference would
put her at around 9:00 p.m. Terry answered the phone, and I could
tell by her voice that she was crying. Not meaning to make light
of the situation, but thought a little humor would do us both
good I said, " I got your call." She explained that
she had been thinking of me and had wished she could talk to me.
How had I known? I resolved from then on not to ignore this wonderful
voice in the future.
ago, when I was in my mid-twenties, and living on a shoe-string
(a tattered shoe string at that), I met a young woman who impressed
me. Not only was she in worse economic straights than I was, but
she had a four-month-old daughter and an ailing mother to care
for. They lived in a two-room shack, had no vehicle, and had very
few possessions aside from clothes, bedclothes, and some cooking
utensils. The floor in their home was of rough boards. There was
no place to set the baby down except on the bed. Somehow, this
young woman kept the baby entertained, her mother comfortable,
and herself in good spirits. She had a few old magazines that
someone had given her. At the end of our long conversation, she
offered these magazines as a parting gift. When I hesitated, she
insisted that I take them. She so desperately wanted to give me
then that giving is a very strong urge in humans. We need to be
able to give, as much as we need to be able to receive.
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