EVIDENCE OF GOD’S LOVE
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One day I looked at the dark, clunky, old bureau in my bedroom, and thought about
how nice it would be to have a bureau that fit the space and lifted my
spirits. I imagined a light-yellow, tall, thin bureau and then forgot about it.
Two days later I turned onto the main road by my house, and there was a
tall, thin, light-yellow bureau, sitting in front of a tiny building with an
“Estate Sale” sign on it! I was so shocked I drove right by, half thinking
I’d imagined it. I had to turn around and go back. I told the owner of the
shop my story and decided that, even though I couldn’t afford it, I was
going to buy it. “You probably think I’m foolish for wanting a child-like bureau instead of an antique.” He said “you should do what makes you happy and I will even deliver it for you.”
After arranging it in its new home, we agreed that it was the perfect size
and shape and color for the room. He asked me “what are you going to do with
the old one?” I told him “you can have it if you want it. It had been passed
down to my daughter’s ex-husband from his parents.” He looked it over, smiled and said ”this is over a hundred years old. I would be glad to sell it for you and give you the balance, after deducting the cost of your new purchase.” Of course I said YES. After he sold my bureau, I received a check from him for $35 dollars. What a deal!
I look at my sweet little bureau and smile. I feel that God loves and supports me. I am in awe of the mysterious connection between imagination and manifestation.
I made a sign and put it in the top drawer to remind me. It says, Evidence.
Bonnie Alexander
God Answers Prayer
I entered religious life when I turned 18 and right out of high school. I loved being a nun and being in the community. I came home on weekends and had a friend who invited me to attend a prayer meeting at St. Patrick’s church. I was blown away by what I witnessed – here were people loving and hugging one another. I was skeptical and afraid at first because we were taught in the convent not to show emotions or affection.
I continued to go to the meetings when I came home on the weekends and really began to love the community. I knew there was something there that I didn’t have. I can truly say that I met God at St. Patrick’s. I knew God in books and philosophy, but not in my heart. Now God was in my heart and I had a personal relationship with him.
After awhile, I knew I had to be there-that this is where I was going to grow closer to God. I approached the provincial of my religious order and asked if I could work in this parish and still remain a nun. This had never been done before so it was a huge leap of faith for me to even ask this. Much to my surprise, they said yes and I had their blessing.
I moved into Manna House (a group of dedicated women working for the parish) and worked as the Religious Education Coodinator for 7 years. As I grew and changed, I knew in my heart that I could no longer stay in the religious life. After much discernment and prayer I decided to leave the order after 20 years. Another step in faith because being in a religious order gave me safety and security. I got a job as a waitress in the neighborhood. I now needed to find a place of my own to live. I didn’t know what I was going to do and I had nothing to start a new life. I was terrified and the flood gates opened up. I cried out to God, please help me. I have no place else to turn. You have to help me.
The very next day, a woman approached me from the parish and told me that she heard I had left the convent. She proceeded to tell me that her father-in-law had just passed away and there was a house full of stuff that I could have it I wanted it. I went to the house that afternoon and couldn’t believe my eyes. A bedroom set, dining room set, kitchen stuff – everything I needed to start my new life.
What I learned in my heart that day was that God knew me better than I knew myself, that He wanted me to be happy and that he would provide for me in every aspect of my life. God has been faithful and He still provides for me and I am always in awe and gratitude for his faithfulness.
Evelyn Laurie
Our Loved Ones Do Communicate With Us
My friend Ed and I were driving to Gregg’s restaurant for their famous desserts after a meditation service last week. As the car on my left whizzed by me, I heard Ed exclaim, “Look at the 435 on that license plate” as a big smile came across his face. I asked curiously, “What does that mean to you?” He then proceeded to tell me his story as I listened intently.
“The license plate on my family’s car was ET534. My father’s name was Ed Tanzi. After his transition 30 years ago, my mother began driving the family car. You can imagine being the only child and a boy of an Italian mother, we were very close. She died 6 years ago and I still miss her so. For whatever reason, that license plate was important to me and I kept it after her transition.
I very much know she is with me and I feel her presence and energy all the time. I am especially aware of her presence when she “shows up” by allowing me to see the number when I am going through a difficult time in my life or making an important life decision. I see the number on license plates, on telephone numbers and the clock radio in my bedroom. I love it when I wake up and the clock radio is flashing 435. My day starts off on such a positive note and it is like I am carried through the day. I feel supported and loved. Even though she is no longer with me in physical form, her spirit and energy are with me.”
“I know exactly what you mean” I said. I also believe our loved ones want to communicate with us and let us know they are ok and still with us. Sometimes, you may not recognize the subtle messages because you are too busy. When you slow down, meditate and practice staying in the moment, you will give yourself the opportunity for your loved one to communicate with you.
Ed Tanzi
THE POWER OF VISUALIZING
My dream was to move to a bigger house and nicer neighborhood. For two years I searched and prayed for the perfect house, specifically one that had a finished walkout basement for my cousin to live in. I visualized my new house and what I wanted.
When I finally found the house and neighborhood that I loved, I decided to wait and see if the price would come down. This was a big mistake because it sold shortly after I saw it. I knew the next time I found what I liked, I would move quickly.
I needed this experience to motivate me to the next step. I took a picture of the home that I wanted and put it on my computer screen so I would see it everyday. I visualized myself living in it. I often drove to the neighborhood, parked my car and just walked around. I acted as if I already lived there. I even stopped a neighbor and asked if she knew of any houses for sale. A few months later, I received a phone call from my real estate agent informing me of a house that just went on the market. She said it would be perfect for me and I would love it. She was right. God works in strange ways. I lost the home that I loved only to find one that was so much better for my situation. I loved it and put a down payment on it immediately. I knew in my heart God answered my prayers.
I stepped out in faith, trusting that my house would sell quickly. I put a SOLD sign on the outside of my house (before it sold) and took a picture of it. I put the picture on my computer desk top and looked at it every day. I visualized the house selling quickly – it sold in 30 days. Even though I have lived there for over a year, I am still in awe and so grateful to God for answering my prayers.
Sandy Lato
EMBRACE YOUR FAITH
My husband John was diagnosed with cancer in April 1998. Ten months later, after a painful struggle and many up’s and down’s he passed away at home on February 18th surrounded by his loving family. John was a prominent physician and had a strong conviction in his faith. From the time he was diagnosed until he died, he never questioned his faith, but embraced it and looked forward to his next journey. The morning of John’s death, as he took his last breath, his brother Pat said, “Fall into his arms” as I whispered “I love you.” With that he left this earth. As we waited for the funeral home to pick up his body, we went into the living room and I prayed that God would give us a sign that John was okay. My daughter reached for the spiritual
calendar and changed the date to the 18th. The reading was “I have fought the good fight and I have finished the race. I have kept the faith.” (2 Timothy 4:7) I thanked God for the sign. Later that day, the priest came to our home to plan the readings for the funeral. Of course, the above reading was #1. My stepdaughter asked if she could do the second reading. She chose a passage from the Bible John 14:2. “My father has a place with many rooms, if that were not true, would I have told you that I am preparing a place for you?” After the funeral, at the reception, the priest handed me a small picture frame with the second reading in it. He explained to me that in his haste to come to our home after John died, he forgot to change the date to the 18th on his spiritual calendar and when he returned home and changed the date it read “My father has a house with many rooms. I stood there and wept knowing these readings came to us through God to let us know that John was on to the next journey.
Mary Brady
MIRACLES HAPPEN WHEN YOU LISTEN………
MIRACLES HAPPEN WHEN YOU LISTEN TO THE SMALL STILL VOICE WITHIN
About 30 years ago, my daughter and I were living in a “coffee shack” in Kona on the Big Island of Hawaii. We were there because I was in love with an adventurous and un- bridled man who followed only his inner voice. This was earth moving for the two of us, coming from a small New England, predominately Catholic Italian culture where you just didn’t do anything like that. Thankfully I was young enough not to be fearful.
Mr. Adventurous was a part of a crew of men who went into the French Frigate Shoals to fish on a huge refrigerator boat. The freezer boat was docked in O’ahu and Mr. Adventurer would fly from Kona each week to catch the boat. He’d already made a number of trips, leaving my daughter and I alone in this “strange new land” to explore and survive.
A few days prior to his next trip, I expressed to him that I felt uncomfortable about his going. He wanted sound reasoning and I couldn’t provide any more than,” I don’t know, it’s just a feeling, but something’s going to happen out there, please don’t go.” We went back and forth on this until the day arrived when he was scheduled to leave.
He was still undecided when he called his captain. He felt silly saying, “I’m not going because Jackie has a feeling something is going to happen out there.” I don’t remember what he told the captain, but thankfully, he listened to me and didn’t go.
We found out a few weeks later, when the boat didn’t return to O’ahu what happened. The crew member who had the night watch fell asleep and wasn’t monitoring the depth finder. The bow struck an underwater shoal, a reef that’s actually the top of an underwater mountain peak, severing the boat like a hot knife through butter.
The crew literally had five minutes to pull on their survival suits, grab the radio and abandon ship. They floated in shark infested waters with no food or water for over a week before another ship heard their distress call. Thankfully, all were saved.
Prior to this time in my life I had always listened to my “instincts” and my gut feelings. But I had never had a premonition before and this was life altering for me as well as Mr. Adventurer.
Jackie Van Dusen
MESSAGE FROM HEAVEN ON MY BIRTHDAY
It was my birthday, the first since my father’s death. Two and a half months had passed, yet the pain and shock of his unexpected passing was still very raw. I simply wanted my birthday to pass by, just like any other day. I certainly had no reason to celebrate.
I planned to have a quiet dinner at a local restaurant with my grandmother, boyfriend, and brother. In a long conversation with my brother, I told him there was only one thing I wanted for my birthday. My father had a 16×20 framed print that hung on his bedroom wall. Ever since I was a little girl, I was taken by that picture. It is a famous print called the “Light of the World” that shows Jesus as a young child. My brother told me he would go to my father’s house, get the print from the wall, and bring it with him to the restaurant.
My boyfriend and grandmother met me at the restaurant. We waited for my brother, but he didn’t show. He called to tell us his meeting ran late and he couldn’t make it. He assured me that within the next few days he would bring me the print. I was very disappointed because the picture was all I wanted for my birthday.
After dinner, my boyfriend went his way and I went the opposite direction to bring my grandmother home. While driving her home, my grandmother said, “Oh, Cynthia, I left some things in Peter’s truck for you. I cut some plant shoots for you to root, so don’t forget them. They will freeze if they stay in the truck overnight.”
I dropped my grandmother off and headed back to my boyfriend’s house. After I was there about 20 minutes, I said, “Gog [our name for my grandmother] said she had given you some cuttings from her plants for me to root. Are they still in the truck?” He said, “Oh no, I brought that stuff in for you.”
I started going through the things she had sent me. I put the plant cuttings in vases of water, then returned to look through what else was there. There was a flat, brown paper bag on the bottom of the box. I picked it up, puzzled, thinking, What can this possibly be? As I pulled out the contents, I was speechless and a bit overwhelmed. It was an 8×10 print of “The Light of the World.”
O my God, my father had to be behind this . . . from above. I never discussed the conversation between my brother and I about the print with my grandmother. I called my grandmother immediately. When she answered, I asked, “Gog, why did you send me that picture? And where in the world did you get it?”
My grandmother was a woman of deep faith and was in church every Sunday. She explained “Well, Cynthia, after the church service on Sunday last week, we went to coffee hour. I helped clean the room after most of the folks left. That picture was sitting on the floor next to the trash receptacle. Nobody knew who put it there and nobody wanted it so I took it. On the way home from church, I decided I would give it to you.”
Totally speechless, I knew my father heard my prayers and my desire to have that print for my birthday. From heaven he was creating a divine experience in my life on Earth. It is so much easier to receive when you believe in the power of the spirit.
Cynthia Burke, Author of My Glimpses of Heaven
Inspirational Story
Making Room for a Miracle
My husband and I had purchased a home in Florida in March of 2009 with the intentions of retiring to the sunshine state. It didn’t take long before I realized I was home sick. I knew we had made a mistake, and now I was worried. Florida has a large inventory of houses for sale. On a single block you may find six or seven houses for sale. My realtor advised us not to sell yet; my house might not appraise well because it had been less than a year that I had bought it.
On occasion I have been overanxious to impose my own thought plans on God. And, because our vision is limited, God gives us a sense of peace and courage. Believing that I was not in the hands of fate, I prayed with purpose. Alone, I cried out to God, what am I going to do? And I heard His inaudible voice say, there is no mistake that cannot be undone.
In my home, between two identical chairs I had a reading table. Adorning it was a 16 inch ceramic angel sitting on a globe of the world, a reminder to me that my guardian angel was always close by. Within a week I had a showing; just before I left the house I looked back at the angel and said, “Okay now, protect your home,” and asked God to intervene and have the people fall in love with the house. They made an offer before I even returned home, but unfortunately they wanted us to hold a second mortgage. It was during the following week that we had two back to back showings and we had an offer that we could accept. My house appraised for $33,500 over the assessed value and we closed within four weeks.
It was a lesson in my life. God taught me not to blame myself for bad choices, and I witnessed God’s hand at work with the unforeseen forces of my hidden realities. He taught me what has to occur in my mind before it can manifest itself in my life. I had to trust in order to believe in spite of the knowledge I had.
Gilda Arruda
Author, Lecturer, Columnist, and Motivational Speaker
Do You Believe in Fate?
I met Pat while waiting in line for a sandwich at Whole Foods. I complimented her on how elegant and nice she looked. She smiled and said thank you.
I then blurted out, “ I know I must look as bad as I feel. I’m really suffering and on my way to the doctor to find out what’s wrong with me.” We spoke for awhile and then she asked, “Do you believe in fate?” She handed me her Simply a Woman of Faith card and said “I will pray for you.” I went home and thought of her quite often. I truly believed that God put Pat in my life for a reason.
A week later, I called and thanked her for her prayers. We chatted for quite awhile and I told some of the difficulties I was having in my personal life. She listened and said she would pray for me.
Things got worse physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually. While on the way to the neurologist, a few weeks later, I had a car accident and was in severe pain. I battled depression and hadn’t gotten out of bed in weeks. I felt lost and was grieving the loss of my mother who had passed away recently. I felt angry at God and contemplated suicide. I felt like life was more than I could handle and was losing it.
I called Pat again. She immediately asked me for my address and told me she wanted me to have her book-that it would help me. I was surprised that she would sent it for free. I knew in my heart that God had sent me an angel.
I was taken aback when her book arrived and I saw the beautiful angel on the cover. I felt an instant connection with Pat when I read her book. I related to so many of her stories and didn’t feel alone anymore. I truly believe her book and her prayers saved my life. Things are turning around in my life and I am so grateful. I now take the time for myself to pray and meditate. Pat Hastings is my angel and God has answered my prayers.
Kim Marsland
How I Manifested the Trip of a Lifetime
Approximately 10 years ago, I began to explore The Law of Attraction and the principles of manifestation. At that time, I listened to a series of tapes by Wayne Dyer in which he taught the Meditations for Manifesting. According to Dr. Dyer he had been given these meditations by an Indian guru who wanted him to introduce this practice to the Western world.
The meditation was to be practiced 20 minutes per day in the morning and evening. I decided to give it a try. I did the meditation daily for about one month when an amazing series of events occurred.
One day a co-worker came into work and mentioned to me that her friend in Maui, Hawaii had just asked her to house sit for 3 weeks but she couldn’t go. I said, “Maui, Hawaii? I’ve always wanted to go there. I’ll do it!” She looked at me doubtfully, but I told her I was completely serious. We called her friend in Maui and I spoke to her.
A few weeks later I found myself in a gorgeous house overlooking the ocean in one of the most beautiful locations on Maui. I was about one mile from a group of amazing 5 star resorts and the most beautiful beaches in the world. I had full access to this house and the woman’s car.
To top it all off, one of the resorts down the road was the famous world-class Grand Wailea, which happened to be mentioned on the manifesting tapes that I originally listened to by Wayne Dyer. He spoke about how he and his family had spent some time at this very exclusive Hawaiian resort. When I heard that, I thought “I want to go there!” Much to my surprise, within one month, I was there. While staying in this house, I was able to go over to the Grand Wailea almost daily, use their beach and swim in their amazing pools.
It was the trip of a lifetime and one that I will always remember.
Nancy Harris, LICSW
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