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Originally Posted by Cantwaittoarrive
My example is as follows:
A few years after my wife and I married we were having a heated argument. My wife and I rarely ever argue but this was a real barn burner, the kind you have when you have only been married a few years and still trying to figure out how to communicate constuctively with each other. Right in the middle of the argument, even though all of the doors and windows were closed we both felt a gust of wind and right between us appeared out of thin air (inside the house) a scrap of paper. On the paper was a poem and the name of the poem was "A Prayer for Peace in the Family". This is not a piece of paper or poem that we had sitting around, this is a poem neither of us had ever seen before. I'm someone that has always believed in mystic / spiritual thing, my wife however is a skeptic about everything but this blew us both away. We saved the poem and framed it. We now refer to it anytime one is feeling the other doesn't understand what the other is saying. It's been a wonderful and I believe a God delivered message that has enhanced our marriage through the years
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Very cool story. Thanks for sharing!
Here's one...
Many years ago I was a brand new apprentice barber, struggling to manage my pennies while just beginning my career. I was apprenticed at the time to a barber who was a 9 time international champion in hair competition. He owned a string of upscale salons, so I was determined to put my best foot forward, in all regards.
My best piece of jewelry was a ring that an artist friend forged for me from old gold that had belonged to my beloved family. It was very important to me and probably the finest thing I owned at that time.
One day at work, I placed it in my drawer while I was working with chemicals. Afterward, I had just enough time to scoot out of the shop for a bowl of soup.... my meal of the day.... and forgot my ring.
Upon return, I discovered my ring was gone. My heart sank as I looked everywhere for it. My boss felt bad, seeing my distress. He said he saw me put the ring in my drawer, and offered his apologies.
He explained that a homeless person had come in and was dawdling about my station. Once he realized that, he gave the guy a few bucks and the fellow left.
My heart sank deeper. I could never replace it or afford to have another made. There was nothing to do, no way to fix things.
I , slowly, decided in my heart that the guy (who MUST have taken it, right?) probably needed it more than me.
When I eventually said that out loud, I relaxed and felt a definite SHIFT in my emotions. I felt at peace with it.... the distress I had felt so deeply was gone.
It was then my boss asked me to check the pockets of my blazer. Silly.... as
my blazer was new (for the job!) and the pockets were still sewn shut.
Couldn't get my fingers in, but felt a lump in the bottom of the left pocket.
We actually had to cut the sewn pocket open... and to everyone's amazement, the ring was at the bottom of my pocket.
I felt strange for days...... like maybe I had 'passed' an important test that was presented to me. It also made me feel "watched over" in my meager, simple beginnings. Pretty amazing to me, even now.
It affected everyone in the shop that day.... so if it was an ethereal happening, it was meant for all of us there to contemplate.