On one day, when it seemed there was no way to trade for rent or food, I stepped out of my cottage and asked for a miracle.
I stood and waited.
I knew that miracles arrive in their own time and way, and trusted in divine timing to bring me something.
Just as I turned to go inside, I saw what I thought were leaves blowing up the hill. As they got closer, I realized they were bills! And as I scooped the first one up, I saw that it was a $100 bill.
I ran around, scooping up the bills and soon was holding $600, which was enough for rent and some left over for food!
I stood marveling at the miracle.
Friends asked me later teasingly:
„How long did you stand there waiting for more?“
I waited at least an hour;-)
Miracles come in all shapes, sizes, denominations and ways.
I support and encourage you to begin consciously and deliberately asking for miracles and
let me know about them here.
Miracles love to be shared.
Just say: „Miracle, find me now!“
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