Sometimes, I imagine that I have super powers, that I can do some amazing things. One of my imaginary gifts is channeling. Sometimes, I stare at people and try to channel their pain, and I imagine my eyes are boaring through them, searching them through and through, both on the physical plane (picture Superman's ex-ray vision) and on the spiritual plane. And somehow, I know what hurts and why. Of course, I wish this was always true, but because I imagine that I can, sometimes I actually get it right.
One day while standing outside on the payphone speaking with my mom, I had a random act of kindness change my whole perspective of people and how God works. My mom's husband had beaten her pretty bad and she was begging me to come get her. My husband and I were financially strapped at the time and barely had money to get back home to Louisiana. I was torn because I wanted to save my mom, but I didn't see how it would be possible. Our conversation became pretty intense and I kind of exploded at her telling her I simply couldn't do it this time. It's hard to hear someone you love beg you as if you needed all that convincing. I wanted to be there for my mom, but I didn't have the means to.
There was a nice white lady coming out of the store who happened to overhear the conversation. She'd sit down on the bench and pretty much heard it all. When I hung up, tears streaming down my face, I heard a soft voice call out to me. This lady reached in her purse and gave me $20 or $30, my memory of the money fails. She simply said, "Go, get your mom. She needs you." Then she hugged me and I don't know. It shook my whole world. This nameless, faceless angel seemed to appear when I was at my breaking point. Being suicidal myself during that time, every little thing seemed to push me toward thoughts of death and despair and I'm sure had my mom been hurt even worse after asking me for help, that would have put me right back into a staggering depression that would have led to me attempting to take my life. Yet God, being gracious always, spared me by granting me the heart that heard a plea for help and answered it kindly. She wasn't the only person who overheard parts of the conversation, I'm sure. It was a busy grocery store. But she was the one who connected. I'd say, she was channeling, sensitive to spiritual matters.
When it comes to women, what I want most is to stay connected to what motivates, inspires and catapults them into success. I want to be able to channel their deepest pain and help them overcome it. You see, only when people feel connected to something or someone do they truly open to healing. I imagine that my superpowers would allow me to pierce the fortress built around hearts to let all people, but especially women know that they aren't alone. I've been hurt. I've been through devastation. I've messed up and dropped the ball many times. Yet there exists a place after the pain and I want to show them the way. Children and our fantasies, eh...
One day while standing outside on the payphone speaking with my mom, I had a random act of kindness change my whole perspective of people and how God works. My mom's husband had beaten her pretty bad and she was begging me to come get her. My husband and I were financially strapped at the time and barely had money to get back home to Louisiana. I was torn because I wanted to save my mom, but I didn't see how it would be possible. Our conversation became pretty intense and I kind of exploded at her telling her I simply couldn't do it this time. It's hard to hear someone you love beg you as if you needed all that convincing. I wanted to be there for my mom, but I didn't have the means to.
There was a nice white lady coming out of the store who happened to overhear the conversation. She'd sit down on the bench and pretty much heard it all. When I hung up, tears streaming down my face, I heard a soft voice call out to me. This lady reached in her purse and gave me $20 or $30, my memory of the money fails. She simply said, "Go, get your mom. She needs you." Then she hugged me and I don't know. It shook my whole world. This nameless, faceless angel seemed to appear when I was at my breaking point. Being suicidal myself during that time, every little thing seemed to push me toward thoughts of death and despair and I'm sure had my mom been hurt even worse after asking me for help, that would have put me right back into a staggering depression that would have led to me attempting to take my life. Yet God, being gracious always, spared me by granting me the heart that heard a plea for help and answered it kindly. She wasn't the only person who overheard parts of the conversation, I'm sure. It was a busy grocery store. But she was the one who connected. I'd say, she was channeling, sensitive to spiritual matters.
When it comes to women, what I want most is to stay connected to what motivates, inspires and catapults them into success. I want to be able to channel their deepest pain and help them overcome it. You see, only when people feel connected to something or someone do they truly open to healing. I imagine that my superpowers would allow me to pierce the fortress built around hearts to let all people, but especially women know that they aren't alone. I've been hurt. I've been through devastation. I've messed up and dropped the ball many times. Yet there exists a place after the pain and I want to show them the way. Children and our fantasies, eh...
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