Affording Miracles
By Sheree Rainbolt-Kren
© 2004
You say you cannot afford Wayne Dyer's new book.
You have kids to feed.
You say you cannot afford to buy Louise Hay's CD.
You have rent to pay.
You say you cannot afford that meditation class.
You just got the phone bill.
You say you cannot go to that comedy club after all.
It's your husband's night off.
You say you cannot buy Doreen Virtue's Angel cards.
That would be a waste of money at this point.
You say you cannot replace your worn headphones.
You'll just use the kid's stereo speakers.
You say you cannot walk by the lake.
No one to watch the little one.
You say you cannot soak in the tub.
Dinner is late.
You say you cannot sleep in.
You have a dental appointment.
You say you can't do Starbucks with your friend.
You need gas in the car.
You say you can't take that day trip.
You're too tired.
Please understand that there is nothing, I mean nothing, more important than the single act of JUST DO IT and trust Source to pick up the slack.
There was a point in my life in about 1998-99 when I thought I would die. The despair nearly crushed me. My husband and I had three dollars to our name, and more bills than a flock of geese. He had been unemployed for a while, and my job did not cover our expenses. Our house was in foreclosure, our only car was being repossessed, and we had no food for our three kids. It was a living hell. We were too ashamed and embarrassed to ask for help from anyone. Our parents were already helping as much as they could.
One Monday night, I took a drive to the 7-11 down the street to get a gallon of milk with my last cash. Something made me stop in the parking lot and cry my eyes out. When I looked up, I saw the bookstore in front of me. I just needed some time to clear my head. I crawled out of the car and walked inside. I wasn't really a reader at the time. Just needed a quiet corner to sink in for 15 minutes. The milk could wait that long. I didn't want to go home.
I walked in the front door. Right in front of me was a sale rack of dollar books. That means $1.00. And staring me straight in the face was a most colorful book I have ever seen. I love bright colors. It was impossible to ignore. It was called ONE DAY MY SOUL JUST OPENED UP by Iyanla Vanzant. "Cool title" I thought. It was $1.00. I didn't know the Author, but I felt a distinct pull towards it. I set it back down because I knew that if I bought that book, I would be short on the milk and the only thing we had to eat was cereal. I walked around the cart to the other side. As I did so, there was no mistaking the voice in my head. "By the book. Trust me."
If you knew how hard it was for me to buy that book, and go home with only a quart of milk for a family of five, you would fully recognize the power of this message. We got through cereal the next morning, and I read the book in one night. My life changed on Tuesday.
When I closed the final chapter, the miracles came pouring in, one after another. I don't know how to explain how this could happen except to say that the faith I had on Monday night moved a mountain of shame, fear and deep sadness on Tuesday morning. I looked in my husband's eyes and told him everything was going to be fine, and he believed me. My soul opened up in 239 pages. Not a bad investment.
You can't afford to walk on past anything that pulls you. If you feel a tug, it is all the Light of Heaven knocking on your door. You can afford it.
Sheree Rainbolt-Kren
© 2004
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