UPDATE: SUNDAY 7/5 8:00 A.M. - I'M CELEBRATING 24 YEARS SOBER AND WILL POST MY SUNDAY BLOG LATER TODAY. GOD HAS BLESSED ME AND I ASK GOD TO BLESS YOU TODAY. YESTERDAY IS HISTORY, TOMORROW NEVER ARRIVES, THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DAY OF MY LIFE!!!
"I'M ANSWERING - DAY 4"
On Wednesday I wrote that I would continue on Saturday with what I considered the biggest "I'm Answering" moment I have ever had - the day I got sober following my last drink - but I need to wait till Sunday to write it.
My "I'm Answering" story today happened on Saturday, December 2, 2006. Two incidents occurred on that day that changed my life and the way I look at life in a dramatic way.
The first one happened at an afternoon mass in our local catholic church. I had been attending this church with hubby for a few weeks and had been led to take communion.
This day as we sat through the beginning parts of the mass, I felt an intense urge to hold hubby's arthritic left hand in my hands. I had the idea in my head that his hand would be healed. (I can't say why I had this thought in my mind.) I felt nothing other than this nudging to hold on to him which I did. (I would not realize until a few days later that anything had happened.)
The second incident happened the evening of that same Saturday. I was one of eight girls at a poker party. One of the girls was not feeling well from the beginning of the evening. She said she had back pain. She also had been suffering bad allergies over the past few weeks and had forgotten to bring her inhaler with her. As the evening progressed her breathing became more and more difficult and I could hear her wheezing.
I was continuing to play my poker hands, but as time went by an incredibly strong urge began building inside of me in the form of a thought in my mind to go over (she was seated across the table from me) and put my hands on her back.
I was filled with fear. What if I did this and nothing happened? What would the others think of me? Despite these thoughts, my desire became stronger and stronger and finally so intense that I got up and went over and placed my hands on her back over her lungs.
Almost immediately her breathing became normal, she was shocked, and told me she experienced heat coming from my hands. She kept looking back at me, kept saying she didn't know what was happening and it was amazing and she was very grateful. Her chest loosened up and she was able to breathe again. She said she was close to tears. When I took my hands away she got up and hugged me.
She asked what I was doing (I didn't know) and I just said, "I'm putting my hands on you". Someone else asked if I was doing Reiki and I said, "no". I was laying hands on her. She also asked if my hands were always that hot and I told her I didn't know. I feel nothing. I still don't feel any heat myself even when sometimes people will say they're as hot as an oven.
I was walking on air, lifted up spiritually as though floating, and not really understanding what had just transpired. When I got home I told hubby what had happened. My life had changed in one day.
The following Monday night, hubby revealed something he had kept to himself since Saturday when I held his left hand in church. He told me there was heat engulfing his hand as I held it and the pain left. He waited several days of using his hand, practicing his violin, to be sure the pain did not return. It did not. He told me that up to that day the pain had been constant and had not been gone anytime in his recent memory. Now, it was completely gone.
I am grateful every moment for being willing to say, to God, "I'm Answering".
Peace and love to my wonderful blogging friends,