Here is an email in response to my recent Christmas Eve miracle.

Some miracles you go into whining and come out smelling like roses!

May Julie's story remind you that your life is valuable... even when you forget.

Happy, Healthy and Successful and in a million ways...New Year!
Mary Ellen "Angel Scribe"
www.angelscribe.com

MaryEllen@AngelScribe.com

As I read your last newsletter, about your Christmas Eve radio show miracle, it brought back a memory. Chirstmas Eve Miracle Story

It is in regard to you wondering "Where is everyone?" on Christmas Eve.... kind of like Pink Floyd's song... "Hello. Hello. Hello, is there anybody in there?" and then discovering your life, and the radio show, has just wrapped the gift of a miracle around someone you do not even know!

One day, I was sitting in my Angel store, Angel Abbey, wondering WHERE are the customers?

I was freezing, hungry, and lonesome.

Bills were coming due and sales were waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay down.

I was feeling sorry for myself and wondering where all the people were who 'swore allegiance' to me if I would open this store.

Slackers!

And I was seriously questioning those Angels who had TOLD me to open the doors.

How was I supposed to keep the heat on, pay the rent, buy the stock, etc.

I thought, "WHY did I even bother to come to work today, and HOW was I going to find something "cheerful" to write on the A-frame information board on the front lawn today?

I pulled out my deck of, "Self Care Cards" and picked one that said something about "the world needs your brilliance."

I wasn't feeling excited about making this effort to dress the A-board with paper and paint the sign, and so I schlepped through the task grumbling the entire time.

I was wondering WHY I was even here if no one was coming in...was the store invisible to everyone but me? (Can someone hand me a tissue...I'm going to cry!)

Days went by and my mood did not improve. (Talk about NOT practicing what you preach...)

A few days later a disheveled woman came through the door and just stood there in the doorway starring at me.

She started to cry and tried to speak.

I looked at her and thought, "Oh great, she needs money, she needs a shoulder to cry on... yadda yadda yadda....poor me, here we go again....

She finally gained some composure and began telling me her story.

"I came in to thank you for saving my life the other day," she sobbed.

"I was on my way to the end of the road somewhere in the Tahuya forest to kill myself.

"I asked God to give me ‘a sign' if I was doing the right thing.

"I stopped at the stop sign across the street and read that hand painted sign on your lawn.

"I smiled for the first time in days; God had given me 'a sign' and made sure it was in RED so I would see it.

"Just to make sure it was for me, I've been driving by to read the sign every day.

"True to His promise, God has been talking to me through your signs.

"Thank you for being here to paint them.

"Thank you for being here."

She began to sob again.

Did I feel small at this point? MICROSMALL!!

She didn't ask me for ANYTHING!

She gave me what I had been missing for so many days... my sense of purpose in the bigger picture.

I have now come to understand that the events and things that happen in my life...none of them are wasted, and they are rarely what they seem at the time.

I didn't know why I was in such a foul mood for those many days or why it was such a chore for me to paint that sign. (That was usually the highlight of my day.)

I realized MUCH later it was because my ego hadn't been stroked for awhile and I was feeling sorry for myself.

I had lost the focus of my mission and I crashed hard.

Not a place I like to be.

I still don't know who the woman was.

Or what city she is from.



I do know the point of "the lesson"... It was for me to keep the focus on the bigger picture and not on myself.

How many times in a day can a kind word, a smile, or just an acknowledgment of a person as a Child of God be so needed by people we don't even notice?

I think it happens more than we will ever realize.


Julie in Anchorage, Alaska