MY SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCES
MY SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCES
My earliest experiences with Jesus was when my mother taught each of girls the prayer: Now I lay me down to sleep, if I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
The earliest memories of saying this prayer would probably be when I was 4, Brenda was 3 and Carol was 2.We went to Sunday school, and each had a dime or so to give to offering. Easter was a very special occasion with new dresses and hats to wear to Sunday school. Jesus was all around us, which is what we were taught and we had better be good to please him.
About the age of 7, I saw an angel in the field behind our house where some neighbors horses were. I ran to the house and told my Mom that I saw an angel and ask her if she believed me. My Mom smiled and said, yes I believe you because I have seen angels, too.At the age of 9, my Mom had been ill for over a year and had been taken to the hospital in an ambulance in October 1964. I was sitting at a picnic table in the backyard of my aunt's house, all alone and doing my homework. I heard a voice that was of God that told me that my Mom had passed away and to not be sad. Then, I looked to the lane leading to the house and saw my uncle and aunt's car driving toward the drive. My aunt came to the backyard, and put her arms around me, and started to tell me the sad news. I told her that I already knew that Mommy had died.There were many times in my life after my mother's death that I would dream about her being in the living room or the kitchen, and wake up to run to that room. I never saw her physically, but always felt her spirit there.
At the age of 21, I was sleeping one early morning and dreamed that a close friend of my husband's was going to Florida. Then the phone rang, and it was this guy asking to speak to my husband. I ask him if he was going to Florida, and he was shocked that I knew something that he had never discussed with us.In 1981, it was rather depressing moving to Macon and leaving our home in Kentucky. We thought that we would never find a home that we could afford because of high interest rates. I was again dreaming in the early morning, and I heard what I thought was my mother telling me that we were going to get a home that we would love. A short while later, the phone rang and it was a realtor that we had been working with that said he found us the perfect home with a lady moving to Florida that was willing to finance the home at a below market interest rate. Well, I fell in love with the house and the lady that we bought the house from was also from Indiana and she was moving to the same small town that my grandmother had moved to in St. Cloud, Florida. My grandmother had a son in Tampa, and the lady we bought the house from had a granddaughter in Tampa. The lady rode with my grandmother a few times to visit Tampa.
Life to me is a carefully planned world that puts us into contact with people chosen to be in our lives. If you are taught the scriptures, your faith is that each and every hair on your head is numbered, and my life has certainly been like that.I worried and worried about the house that we had picked out, and felt all of the insecurity that most young people feel when going into debt because buying a house is the biggest investment most ever make. On my left palm, there appeared in letters that read, "I love you three." I felt love from my mother, and felt that she was communicating to me, and trying to show me that my husband, my young toddler and myself were not really all alone in Macon. Only people that have moved over 500 miles away from family to a strange place can understand the loneliness that our family went through. I told my friend Susan about the writing on my hand, and she was a person that believed in reincarnation and she said that I may have once been in Jewish Concentration Camp. I told her that I knew it was from my mother. Susan and I were of completely different belief systems, but she was a dear friend nonetheless.
One morning, I was sleeping (early again), and my husband had not returned from working the third shift. I knew that he should have already been home, and became worried. A voice in my head, which I believe to be my mother, said that I should not worry because my husband was at the Credit Union. He had not told me that he was going to the Credit Union, but that was where he had been and was the reason he was not home on time.
In 1992, I was in a dream state (Rem I suppose) on a Sunday morning and I was feeling so guilty in my dream for not calling my grandmother who lives in Indiana. I reconciled with myself that I would doze for a short while later and then give her a call. I dreamed that my grandmother was putting up rose colored mini blinds with my uncle's help in her new house. I even saw the blinds in full color in my dream. When I woke up, I called my Mom-ma and she talked about how wore out she was and how she had hung blinds the day before with my uncle's help. I shocked her by saying that I know that they are rose colored. I had not talked to her in ages, and had no idea about her day to day life. She was kind of spooked by this, but I see it as a sixth sense that God gives to all of us.Sometime in the early 90s, I was again in an early morning Rem sleep and I dreamed that there had been a plane crash in a field and I could see the flames coming from the plane. A short while later, the radio alarm clock went off and music was playing for a while and then the news came on and there had been a plane crash in a town somewhere in rural Georgia.At the age of 9, before my mother passed away, I said to her and my aunts that one day my name would be in lights. I was going to be a scientist, I proclaimed and be the first woman on the moon. I had big dreams for sure. But then when I was approached at my office about installing lights around my sign, I told the electrician that I could not afford it at the time. The electrician was heading toward his truck pulling the ditch witch, and I heard my mom's voice telling me "you wanted your name in lights." I ran to the door and hollered at the electrician to go on and install the lights. During the same time frame, the carpenter putting the rail around the porch at my business said he saw the strangest lady as from another time period sitting in the field by the office. He said he thought he was just seeing things and turned around, and then looked again and she had disappeared. Oh yes, my mother is an angel and she does bless me in my life through God.Spiritual happenings cannot be willed, and I know when I have a blessing of the Lord. I do know that giving birth to two wonderful sons is indeed the biggest blessing that I have, and my husband is also a wonderful blessing.I try to have the best relationship with each and every client that I have. I have learned that I cannot be everyone's accountant, which is what I tried to be.
After 11 years of owning my own small business, the clients that I have are to me special people. There are some clients that I see every week, there are some I don't see at all that mail me their tax information from other states, and there are some I see once a year. I do not understand the people that do business just for the sake of doing business and making a dollar. Relationships cannot be measured by dollars. I do not mean to say that I work for no pay, but money is not what drives me. Money is needed to pay the bills and survive, but that is not enough to keep me satisfied. A friend of mine that helped me in the early years of my business with so much computer support told me oneday, Linda if you died tomorrow the traffic would keep going up and down Hartley Bridge Road and life would not stop for you. He was trying to bring me down to reality that I could not keep on with the drive of working nonstop and trying to keep each and every person satisfied. My relationship with my clients is spiritual in a sense, and the people that continue to do business with me are indeed a blessing. I have always mailed Christmas cards with calendars to each and every client that I hand sign and many times hand address. It takes me a couple of days to prepare these cards, and once a client said that he knew I sent out Christmas cards just for the deduction, and his wife was so shocked that he said it. This client was always trying to get every last penny of a deduction, and I told him that I would actually be better off financially by not sending out one Christmas card. I told him that the work to preparing cards was not billable time, and that even taking a deduction for the cards and the stamps only yielding a savings based upon my income tax rate. I told him I send out Christmas cards as a way of sharing Christmas with my clients. I realized that I could explain this meaning of sending cards to my selfish client until the cows come home, and he would still never get the meaning. I did not do a good enough job of getting tax savings for this Scrooge, and he moved his busniess elsewhere. Ha! This is most important this Christmas season 2005 to say thank you to God for the opportunity to have a business and such a healthy and blessed live. Happy Birthday to Jesus, and thank you for your offer of salvation to mankind.
My earliest experiences with Jesus was when my mother taught each of girls the prayer: Now I lay me down to sleep, if I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
The earliest memories of saying this prayer would probably be when I was 4, Brenda was 3 and Carol was 2.We went to Sunday school, and each had a dime or so to give to offering. Easter was a very special occasion with new dresses and hats to wear to Sunday school. Jesus was all around us, which is what we were taught and we had better be good to please him.
About the age of 7, I saw an angel in the field behind our house where some neighbors horses were. I ran to the house and told my Mom that I saw an angel and ask her if she believed me. My Mom smiled and said, yes I believe you because I have seen angels, too.At the age of 9, my Mom had been ill for over a year and had been taken to the hospital in an ambulance in October 1964. I was sitting at a picnic table in the backyard of my aunt's house, all alone and doing my homework. I heard a voice that was of God that told me that my Mom had passed away and to not be sad. Then, I looked to the lane leading to the house and saw my uncle and aunt's car driving toward the drive. My aunt came to the backyard, and put her arms around me, and started to tell me the sad news. I told her that I already knew that Mommy had died.There were many times in my life after my mother's death that I would dream about her being in the living room or the kitchen, and wake up to run to that room. I never saw her physically, but always felt her spirit there.
At the age of 21, I was sleeping one early morning and dreamed that a close friend of my husband's was going to Florida. Then the phone rang, and it was this guy asking to speak to my husband. I ask him if he was going to Florida, and he was shocked that I knew something that he had never discussed with us.In 1981, it was rather depressing moving to Macon and leaving our home in Kentucky. We thought that we would never find a home that we could afford because of high interest rates. I was again dreaming in the early morning, and I heard what I thought was my mother telling me that we were going to get a home that we would love. A short while later, the phone rang and it was a realtor that we had been working with that said he found us the perfect home with a lady moving to Florida that was willing to finance the home at a below market interest rate. Well, I fell in love with the house and the lady that we bought the house from was also from Indiana and she was moving to the same small town that my grandmother had moved to in St. Cloud, Florida. My grandmother had a son in Tampa, and the lady we bought the house from had a granddaughter in Tampa. The lady rode with my grandmother a few times to visit Tampa.
Life to me is a carefully planned world that puts us into contact with people chosen to be in our lives. If you are taught the scriptures, your faith is that each and every hair on your head is numbered, and my life has certainly been like that.I worried and worried about the house that we had picked out, and felt all of the insecurity that most young people feel when going into debt because buying a house is the biggest investment most ever make. On my left palm, there appeared in letters that read, "I love you three." I felt love from my mother, and felt that she was communicating to me, and trying to show me that my husband, my young toddler and myself were not really all alone in Macon. Only people that have moved over 500 miles away from family to a strange place can understand the loneliness that our family went through. I told my friend Susan about the writing on my hand, and she was a person that believed in reincarnation and she said that I may have once been in Jewish Concentration Camp. I told her that I knew it was from my mother. Susan and I were of completely different belief systems, but she was a dear friend nonetheless.
One morning, I was sleeping (early again), and my husband had not returned from working the third shift. I knew that he should have already been home, and became worried. A voice in my head, which I believe to be my mother, said that I should not worry because my husband was at the Credit Union. He had not told me that he was going to the Credit Union, but that was where he had been and was the reason he was not home on time.
In 1992, I was in a dream state (Rem I suppose) on a Sunday morning and I was feeling so guilty in my dream for not calling my grandmother who lives in Indiana. I reconciled with myself that I would doze for a short while later and then give her a call. I dreamed that my grandmother was putting up rose colored mini blinds with my uncle's help in her new house. I even saw the blinds in full color in my dream. When I woke up, I called my Mom-ma and she talked about how wore out she was and how she had hung blinds the day before with my uncle's help. I shocked her by saying that I know that they are rose colored. I had not talked to her in ages, and had no idea about her day to day life. She was kind of spooked by this, but I see it as a sixth sense that God gives to all of us.Sometime in the early 90s, I was again in an early morning Rem sleep and I dreamed that there had been a plane crash in a field and I could see the flames coming from the plane. A short while later, the radio alarm clock went off and music was playing for a while and then the news came on and there had been a plane crash in a town somewhere in rural Georgia.At the age of 9, before my mother passed away, I said to her and my aunts that one day my name would be in lights. I was going to be a scientist, I proclaimed and be the first woman on the moon. I had big dreams for sure. But then when I was approached at my office about installing lights around my sign, I told the electrician that I could not afford it at the time. The electrician was heading toward his truck pulling the ditch witch, and I heard my mom's voice telling me "you wanted your name in lights." I ran to the door and hollered at the electrician to go on and install the lights. During the same time frame, the carpenter putting the rail around the porch at my business said he saw the strangest lady as from another time period sitting in the field by the office. He said he thought he was just seeing things and turned around, and then looked again and she had disappeared. Oh yes, my mother is an angel and she does bless me in my life through God.Spiritual happenings cannot be willed, and I know when I have a blessing of the Lord. I do know that giving birth to two wonderful sons is indeed the biggest blessing that I have, and my husband is also a wonderful blessing.I try to have the best relationship with each and every client that I have. I have learned that I cannot be everyone's accountant, which is what I tried to be.
After 11 years of owning my own small business, the clients that I have are to me special people. There are some clients that I see every week, there are some I don't see at all that mail me their tax information from other states, and there are some I see once a year. I do not understand the people that do business just for the sake of doing business and making a dollar. Relationships cannot be measured by dollars. I do not mean to say that I work for no pay, but money is not what drives me. Money is needed to pay the bills and survive, but that is not enough to keep me satisfied. A friend of mine that helped me in the early years of my business with so much computer support told me oneday, Linda if you died tomorrow the traffic would keep going up and down Hartley Bridge Road and life would not stop for you. He was trying to bring me down to reality that I could not keep on with the drive of working nonstop and trying to keep each and every person satisfied. My relationship with my clients is spiritual in a sense, and the people that continue to do business with me are indeed a blessing. I have always mailed Christmas cards with calendars to each and every client that I hand sign and many times hand address. It takes me a couple of days to prepare these cards, and once a client said that he knew I sent out Christmas cards just for the deduction, and his wife was so shocked that he said it. This client was always trying to get every last penny of a deduction, and I told him that I would actually be better off financially by not sending out one Christmas card. I told him that the work to preparing cards was not billable time, and that even taking a deduction for the cards and the stamps only yielding a savings based upon my income tax rate. I told him I send out Christmas cards as a way of sharing Christmas with my clients. I realized that I could explain this meaning of sending cards to my selfish client until the cows come home, and he would still never get the meaning. I did not do a good enough job of getting tax savings for this Scrooge, and he moved his busniess elsewhere. Ha! This is most important this Christmas season 2005 to say thank you to God for the opportunity to have a business and such a healthy and blessed live. Happy Birthday to Jesus, and thank you for your offer of salvation to mankind.
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