Don’t be tempted by the shinny apple!
Don’t you reach for the bitter word!
Hunger only for the taste of justice!
Hunger only for the word of TRUTH!

Because all that you have is YOUR SOUL!


I was driving home from a meeting this evening about five, stuck
in traffic on Colorado Boulevard, when my car started to choke and
splutter and die.  I barely managed to coast, cursing, into a gas
station, yet glad  that I would not be blocking traffic and would have a
somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck.

Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking out of the
Quickie Mart, and it looked like she slipped on some ice and fell into a
gas pump, so I went over to see if she was okay. When I got there, it
looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than that she had
slipped; she was a young woman who looked really haggard with dark
circles under her eyes.

She dropped something as I helped her stand, and I picked it up
to give it to her. It was a nickel. At that moment, everything came into
focus for me: the crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of
stuff with 3 kids in the back, (onein a car seat), and the gas pump
reading $4.95.

I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just
kept saying ‘I don’t want my kids to see me crying!’ So we stood on the
other side of the pump from her car.

She said she was driving to California and that things were very
hard for her right now.  I asked, ‘And you were praying?’ That made her
back away from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy person
and said, ‘He heard you, and He sent me.’ I took out my card and swiped
it through the card reader on the pump so she could fill up her car
completely, and while it was fueling, walked to the next door McDonald’s
and bought two big bags of food, some gift certificates for more, and a
big cup of coffee.

She gave the food to the kids in the car, who attacked it like
wolves, and we stood by the pump eating fries and talking a little. She
told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City. Her boyfriend left
two months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet.

She knew she wouldn’t have money to pay rent, and finally, in
desperation, had called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in
about five years. They lived in California and said she could come live
with them and try to get on her feet there. So she packed up everything
she owned in the car.

She told the kids they were going to California for Christmas,
but not that they were going to live there. I gave her my gloves, a
little hug and said a quick prayer with her for safety on the road.

As I was walking over to my car, she said, ‘So, are you like an
angel or something?’This definitely made me cry. I said, ‘Sweetie, at
this time of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular
people.’ It was so incredible to be a part of someone else’s miracle.
And of course, you guessed it, when I got in my car it started right
away and got me home with no problem. I’ll put it in the shop tomorrow
to check, but I suspect the mechanic won’t find anything wrong.

Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the flutter of their wings…


Dear God –

I surrender my financial affairs and concerns about money to your Divine care and love.

I ask that you remove my worries, anxieties and fears about money, and replace them with faith.

I know and trust that my debts will be paid and money will flow into my life.

I have only to look to nature to see proof of the abundance you provide.

I release all negative thoughts about money, and know that prosperity is my true state.

I commit to being grateful for all that I now have in my life.

I learn to manage my finances wisely, seeking help where needed.

And finally, I ask you to help me understand my purpose in life and
to act on that purpose with courage and strength. I know that prosperity
will come, in part, by doing work I love. Please help me use my skills
and knowledge to be of service in the world.

Thank you, God.


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