Ever wonder why miracles, the answer to prayers, almost always seem to be refused? Our pleas for help appear to fall on deaf ears or they are heard and are issued an instant thumbs down? The reason is simply that we don't allow them into our lives. Open your mind to the possibility that miracles are happening around you all the time.
Magic happens around us all the time. A blade of grass is a miracle of chemistry and physics. Your body runs all by itself without you having to control anything. Everything runs on full automatic.
The following true story recounts how we never know what miracles we dispense in our day to day lives. It reminds me to be thankful for the events of the day even if I don't see them all as positive. I never know when..well, Ill let the story tell it.
The street missions of Los Angeles help anyone who walks, stumbles or crawls through their doors. All except one man. He was know as O'Sullivan. He was so mean that he was banned from all street missions. One day, a man named Bob from a 12 step program responded to a phone call from O'Sullivan whom he eventually tracked down to a filthy little room in the basement of an old hotel. The man was drunk.
Years of hard drinking had taken their toll on O'Sullivan. There was nothing much more to the man than a reeking bag of bones. He had soiled himself and what passed for a mattress was soaked with urine. Bob had been this way himself so he dragged an old chair as close as he dared to the bed and told O'Sullivan of what it had been like, what happened and what it was like now.
His story involved telling of jails and hospitals and institutions. He spoke not only of pain and sorrow but also of miracles and recovery and well being.
Bob's talk lasted longer than O'Sullivans attention span. The man snored loudly as Bob pulled an old blanket over the skeletal drunk. Maybe the man had learned something, Bob thought as he walked away. One could never tell.
Some years later, Bob was a speaker at a convention. In his talk, he mentioned his episode with O'Sullivan and how his action had yielded nothing. He told his listeners that they should not get discouraged. You never knew what part luck was to play in any circumstance.
After the talk, Bob was approached by a well groomed young man. His teeth were clean and his eyes sparkled. He was rosy cheeked and well dressed. The young man extended his hand and shook Bob's hand vigorously.
"I want to thank you," was the first thing the young man said.
"I can think of no reason for you to be thanking me," Bob said, mystified.
"Lady Luck saw to it that I walked by the open door of this banquet room just as you talked about your visit to O'Sullivan."
Not sure what was coming next, Bob stood motionless.
The young man said, "I remember that night. I was frozen in the icy grip of the DT's. I was in an agony of withdrawal. I heard every word you said. It didn't occur to me till later that several miracles had brought us together that night. I did what you said you did to get better. I haven't drank or used since."
Bob wasn't sure how to handle this. OSullivan had been an old man even back then and someone had killed him some weeks later near a dumpster and Bob told the young man so.
The young man's grin grew wider. "I was hiding under the bed."
As you saw in the story, the answer to a prayer can come quickly. Most times, however, there is a time delay. The Universe has to arrange for coincidences to happen, for people to bump into each other and all the other things that will allow your prayer, your wish, to manifest at the best possible time and place.
Confucius once said, "Any fool can count how many seeds are in an apple, but, who can say how many apples are in one seed?" And that is what happens in our lives. We affect others as others affect us and the beat goes on. It is our choice whether we call happenstance luck or the answer to a prayer or the answer or manifestation of someone else's.
Hiding under the bed is a favorite way of the universe. We don't know what we don't know. That allows us to be the carriers of miracles or at least to be small players in the great play of existence.
Magic happens around us all the time. A blade of grass is a miracle of chemistry and physics. Your body runs all by itself without you having to control anything. Everything runs on full automatic.
The following true story recounts how we never know what miracles we dispense in our day to day lives. It reminds me to be thankful for the events of the day even if I don't see them all as positive. I never know when..well, Ill let the story tell it.
The street missions of Los Angeles help anyone who walks, stumbles or crawls through their doors. All except one man. He was know as O'Sullivan. He was so mean that he was banned from all street missions. One day, a man named Bob from a 12 step program responded to a phone call from O'Sullivan whom he eventually tracked down to a filthy little room in the basement of an old hotel. The man was drunk.
Years of hard drinking had taken their toll on O'Sullivan. There was nothing much more to the man than a reeking bag of bones. He had soiled himself and what passed for a mattress was soaked with urine. Bob had been this way himself so he dragged an old chair as close as he dared to the bed and told O'Sullivan of what it had been like, what happened and what it was like now.
His story involved telling of jails and hospitals and institutions. He spoke not only of pain and sorrow but also of miracles and recovery and well being.
Bob's talk lasted longer than O'Sullivans attention span. The man snored loudly as Bob pulled an old blanket over the skeletal drunk. Maybe the man had learned something, Bob thought as he walked away. One could never tell.
Some years later, Bob was a speaker at a convention. In his talk, he mentioned his episode with O'Sullivan and how his action had yielded nothing. He told his listeners that they should not get discouraged. You never knew what part luck was to play in any circumstance.
After the talk, Bob was approached by a well groomed young man. His teeth were clean and his eyes sparkled. He was rosy cheeked and well dressed. The young man extended his hand and shook Bob's hand vigorously.
"I want to thank you," was the first thing the young man said.
"I can think of no reason for you to be thanking me," Bob said, mystified.
"Lady Luck saw to it that I walked by the open door of this banquet room just as you talked about your visit to O'Sullivan."
Not sure what was coming next, Bob stood motionless.
The young man said, "I remember that night. I was frozen in the icy grip of the DT's. I was in an agony of withdrawal. I heard every word you said. It didn't occur to me till later that several miracles had brought us together that night. I did what you said you did to get better. I haven't drank or used since."
Bob wasn't sure how to handle this. OSullivan had been an old man even back then and someone had killed him some weeks later near a dumpster and Bob told the young man so.
The young man's grin grew wider. "I was hiding under the bed."
As you saw in the story, the answer to a prayer can come quickly. Most times, however, there is a time delay. The Universe has to arrange for coincidences to happen, for people to bump into each other and all the other things that will allow your prayer, your wish, to manifest at the best possible time and place.
Confucius once said, "Any fool can count how many seeds are in an apple, but, who can say how many apples are in one seed?" And that is what happens in our lives. We affect others as others affect us and the beat goes on. It is our choice whether we call happenstance luck or the answer to a prayer or the answer or manifestation of someone else's.
Hiding under the bed is a favorite way of the universe. We don't know what we don't know. That allows us to be the carriers of miracles or at least to be small players in the great play of existence.
About the Author:
The author has been an avid student of the powers that surround us for many years. The other two parts of this article can be viewed at Miracles An extremely powerful method of attracting miracles, wealth, the mate of your dreams and joy into your life can be seen at Miracles Magic
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