This is a true story. It is about trust . . . and god.
(Wait. Don’t touch that dial. If that word is as off-putting to you as it once was to me, substitute another (like, “magic” or “miracle” or “horse poo but what the heck”). Just trust me and read to the end. I promise I’ll make it okay.
So, as I was saying, this is a TRUE story about trust, and miraculous horse poo.
Fifteen years ago, I was just a few weeks short of delivering my second son. I desperately wanted to stay home with my new baby and his older brother.
But there was problem.
We were short $1100 each month, and it didn’t seem possible that we could make ends meet unless I went back to work. (Truly. We were at the point where I was cancelling the newspaper subscription to save $15/month.)
Friends counseled me to keep the faith, which, if you knew me you would know was REALLY funny. Because in order to “keep” faith you have to have had it in the first place.
But, I was willing to suspend all cynicism and soldier on.
The baby was born. And three days later, we were at the lawyer’s office to close on refinancing the house. That saved us $400/month.
When we got home from the refinance, there was a message for my then-husband (could someone please “comment” below with a better term for that?), asking him (my, “then-husband”) to interview for a new position. Three weeks later, he (my “then-husband”) landed that job, which added $700/month to our family income.
So, let’s do the math.
We needed $1100/month so I could stay home with the babies. At the time, that was an additional 25% of our total income. In less than one month, we got $400 and then, $700. EXACTLY. Hmmmm.
MAN! I got me an $1100 God!!!!
I’m not the least bit ashamed to admit that my first thought, was “Damn. I shoulda asked for more!”
After that? Wonderment.
In the intervening years, my god got a raise. I have had an $11,000 god and then a $17,000 god and, most recently, a $6000 god. My higher power has helped in a million other ways, but money is the place where I trust god the LEAST, so, for me, those are the biggest miracles.
One of the characteristics that many people from alcoholic families develop is a lack of trust. We have an overabundance of self-reliance. We force things. We control things. We are non-believers. Our childhood beliefs didn’t really get us anywhere, so we stopped believing.
But, if you want prosperity and abundance in your life, whether you’ve been gifted with an alcoholic family or not, one thing that will get you closer to said abundance, is a willingness to see the miracles that are already in play in your life.
You’ve got to CHOOSE to believe.
If you can, abandon your skepticism and cynicism. Look for hope. Look for joy. See examples of abundance and richness wherever you go.
Now, I know that there is pain out there. I KNOW that many, many people – Americans – are jobless, and worried and oh, so very, very tired.
But, unless you’re a rape victim jailed in Afghanistan for not marrying your attacker, you have not ONE DAMN THING TO BITCH about! NOT ONE!
As an American woman I am so richly blessed. There are so many opportunities available to me, not because I deserve them, but because I was lucky enough to be born in THIS GREAT COUNTRY.
I’m choosing to look for miracles because, compared to most of the women who have EVER LIVED ON THIS PLANET, I am, and ALWAYS HAVE BEEN, most richly blessed. Even when I was abandoned, or even when I was singing Amazing Grace at my daughter’s funeral, I was STILL more blessed than most.
Today, I lovingly suggest that you keep an ATTITUDE OF GRATITUDE. Choose to be myopic and see the world through rose-colored glasses. The first thing you will see when you put them on is that you’ve been trampling all over the miracles falling at your feet every day. Let’s face it — you just can’t see or appreciate your blessings when your head is up your ____ (rhymes with “sass”.)
And I hope you will help a former cynic and share your most recent miracle in the space below.
I sure could use it today.
Love, love, love, Jennifer
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