BLESSINGS ON THIS MAGICAL AND MIRACULOUS MONDAY. <3
I mean than
whole-heartedly because there is help trickling into the devastated
areas. There’s some relief going on in the areas hit hard here
stateside.
Earlier today I
asked my Guides and Angels what to write about. I was feeling so
deeply what’s been happening. They said “Write about Little
Jacob and Miracles.” Jacob, by the way, isn’t his real name.
They told me that we
just haven’t heard about the miracles yet. That we’re going to
hear from folks who have survived and more through Magical Miracles.
One I’ve already read about today. How folks made it up the
mountain with the roads crumbling under them, kids on hips and in
tow. They made it. If they’d waited just 5 more minutes they
wouldn’t have made it. That’s how close it was.
We’ll hear more as
time goes on I’m sure.
For now KEEP THE
PRAYERS ROLLING AND GOING OFTEN, PLEASE <3
Things happen for a
reason or reasons often times. It was just under 20 years ago and I
was reading Carol Bowman’s book “Children’s Past Lives”
(oddly enough she was living in Asheville when these events occurred
in her life). It was a book I felt I needed to read and had picked
it up at a used book store sale or similar. Anyway I had started
reading it and was amazed by how things unfolded for her and her
family.
About that time I
started helping my neighbor, Jenny, with her 3 of her 5 kiddos. She
was just over 26 and they had 5 kids in tow. She was so overwhelmed
with the baby being only a few months old and they stair stepped on
up from there.
So I’d take the
older ones over to the park across the street, or my place to play
ball or pick berries and play for an hour or so. This way she had a
chance to tidy up or just get a shower and wash her hair! Letting the
baby nap as she did. I remembered having 3 little girls all stair
step age and I knew she was so overwhelmed. She and her husband were
of very simple means and let’s just say there are times you can
give a hand without being pushy or too overt.
It had rained a
couple of days before. The kids were happy to see me at their door
as was Jenny. The baby was fussy that day. I asked her if she
wouldn’t mind my taking the kids to the park for an hour so that we
could get some energy out. She said that was fine but the look on
her face was one I’ll always remember, it was relief.
We walked down at
the park. The swings were free of anyone else so the kids had a few
minutes of getting me to workout my arms, LOL. After a while we
walked down by the creek. That’s one of the first times Jacob said
to me, “Granny and I drownded in the creek!” Now this little guy
was not very old as he wasn’t even in kinder-garden yet. I asked
him if it was that creek and he said “No, it was behind our farm
house. The waters came up real fast and I tried to help Granny cross
the creek and we drownded.”
At first I just
thought it was kiddo stories. Then after a few times of him saying
this I asked his mom if he’d ever said anything about it. She said
he had been saying that since he was really small. OK, I thought to
myself there’s two signs – always the same story and starts
almost when he started talking.
Months went by and
we had our visits from time to time. The oldest ones started
elementary school all day, so their schedule didn’t always line up
with mine. One day I dropped by and the mom and I talked a bit more
before the kids and I went off to the park.
She told me that the
weekend before they had gone driving around the countryside that
Sunday. It had been a great day and all the kids had been so good
that morning for church and everything. That’s what had made them
want to take a drive out more in the country. Then after about half
an hour or so Jacob started yelling “that’s our house, that’s
our house!!!!!” It was an old farm house that someone had just
started renovating.
They pulled into the
long driveway because Jacob wouldn’t sit still or be quiet and they
wanted to prove to him it wasn’t their house. Boy did they get the
surprise.
The door was open
and the house was almost as it had been left however long ago. They
didn’t go in but looked inside. The parents didn’t want anyone
trespassing in case the owners were close by.
Jacob insisted they
go for a walk to the back of the farm house. The house didn’t line
up so much with the road but the long driveway which was more dirt
than anything. You couldn’t see it from the road, but behind that
house was a small creek. There was a little bridge that at one time
had crossed that creek. It had wrought iron and wood rails and a
wooden plank floor to it. Even then it was impressive for its day.
All of a sudden
Jacob got excited and sad too saying loudly “That’s where Granny
and me drownded! We drownded here in the creek! The water was high
and we drownded!”
Since that Sunday he
was quieter and calmer. Jacob was smart, extremely smart for a
little one his age. But even he couldn’t make up a stream that you
couldn’t see from the road with its banks covered in tall grasses.
None of this I can
‘scientifically prove’ for those who would be critical.
Sometimes, many times, faith has to walk and cross that line where
science cannot tread.
This memory I’ve
thought a lot about this past weekend. I thought about it when I saw
the major flooding in various parts of the world this year.
Maybe Jacob’s
story can help. I don’t know. What I do feel is we will hear of
more miracles and more…..
Please keep the
prayers going my dears. They will be needed for a very long time!