On a morning in 1998, I was getting ready to take my 7 yrs old daughter to school. I put a large pot of water full of eggs on the stove (had to make potato salad later) and turned the gas burner on high. So, we left, I dropped her off, came home, finished getting ready for work, and out the door I ran forgetting about the pot. I would not be back home again until 2:30 that day.
The day came and went. I got home; walked into the house (I had totally forgotten about the pot on the stove). Everything was normal.
Later, while fixing dinner, the phone rang. It was my mother-in-law. My mother-in-law is probably one of the most religious people I know. She knows every saint, quotes scriptures, has an enormous amount of patience, you know, Im sure you all have one somewhere in your family. She started asking general questions, How was your day?, How are the kids, etc. Then she said, You dont remember, do you? I asked what she was talking about and she mentioned the pot of water. All of a sudden, the entire events of the morning flooded my mind. I looked around the kitchen, but everything was fine and I saw the pot, which was perfectly clean, sitting on the sink drainer. I asked her, how did you know? And she told me this: She had just gotten downstairs at around 8:30 a.m. that morning. She was in the kitchen and something started to say to her Go to Marias house It wasnt a voice it was a feeling. This happened off and on for about 1 hour. My mother-in-law did not drop over our house just for the heck of it, especially not during the day when we werent home. Finally, she couldnt take it anymore, got dressed and drove over to my house at 10:00 a.m.. Using her key, she walked into a smoky house, and when she walked into the kitchen, the empty pot was sparking, hard-boiled eggs where all over the ceiling, walls, and stove... She cleaned the whole thing up to the point that I didnt see or even smell anything when I had gotten home. Im not really sure what would have happened had the pot been left there like that until 2:30 do you? She said St. Jude told her to go to my house.
I can hear many of you laughing and saying what does this prove, it was a coincidence, etc. For me, I feel like someone, somewhere always watched out for me and continues to do so. There have been so many little incidents like this in my life. This is one small reason I believe in God. I believe he cares for each and every one of us even when we sin, even when we stray, even when we say we dont believe. . And I believe there are many people like me in the Christian faith that believe ALL people are equal and should be treated that way (we do all live under one Constitution, dont we?)
Just thought Id share my view please dont blast me.
To love a person is to learn the song that is in their heart, and to sing it to them when they have forgotten." Anonymous
The day came and went. I got home; walked into the house (I had totally forgotten about the pot on the stove). Everything was normal.
Later, while fixing dinner, the phone rang. It was my mother-in-law. My mother-in-law is probably one of the most religious people I know. She knows every saint, quotes scriptures, has an enormous amount of patience, you know, Im sure you all have one somewhere in your family. She started asking general questions, How was your day?, How are the kids, etc. Then she said, You dont remember, do you? I asked what she was talking about and she mentioned the pot of water. All of a sudden, the entire events of the morning flooded my mind. I looked around the kitchen, but everything was fine and I saw the pot, which was perfectly clean, sitting on the sink drainer. I asked her, how did you know? And she told me this: She had just gotten downstairs at around 8:30 a.m. that morning. She was in the kitchen and something started to say to her Go to Marias house It wasnt a voice it was a feeling. This happened off and on for about 1 hour. My mother-in-law did not drop over our house just for the heck of it, especially not during the day when we werent home. Finally, she couldnt take it anymore, got dressed and drove over to my house at 10:00 a.m.. Using her key, she walked into a smoky house, and when she walked into the kitchen, the empty pot was sparking, hard-boiled eggs where all over the ceiling, walls, and stove... She cleaned the whole thing up to the point that I didnt see or even smell anything when I had gotten home. Im not really sure what would have happened had the pot been left there like that until 2:30 do you? She said St. Jude told her to go to my house.
I can hear many of you laughing and saying what does this prove, it was a coincidence, etc. For me, I feel like someone, somewhere always watched out for me and continues to do so. There have been so many little incidents like this in my life. This is one small reason I believe in God. I believe he cares for each and every one of us even when we sin, even when we stray, even when we say we dont believe. . And I believe there are many people like me in the Christian faith that believe ALL people are equal and should be treated that way (we do all live under one Constitution, dont we?)
Just thought Id share my view please dont blast me.
To love a person is to learn the song that is in their heart, and to sing it to them when they have forgotten." Anonymous
