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8 Quote: "Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead." -Louisa May Alcott Question: What does the Higher Power want me to believe about the connection between HP, me, and wealth? STORY: Dollars from Heaven - Does God want you to be wealthy? God is abundant wealth. Man is the reflection of God, made in his Image and Likeness. Thus, one could conclude that yes, God does want you to be wealthy. But what is wealth? A person I know told me when she experienced manna from heaven in the form of 12 silver dollars from Vegas. Now, 12 shinny, newly-minted silver dollars from Vegas is certainly not the kind of money anyone, except this lady, would call a demonstration of God’s abundance. But here is how she see is: I was a self-made millionaire in my twenties. I have been completely broke, sans a dime, before and after making my millions, loosing them and remaking them. It was on one of those broke occasions that I learned my greatest lesson in God’s abundant supply--how He wants us to be wealthy. I had my two little children to care for. They were two and four years old at the time. We had just moved into a modest but nice, house as our funds were really low. I was expecting a large check to cover expenses. As you know I am a writer. I had sold a story to a national magazine. Free lancing has its up’s and downs. This was one of the down times. As if I did not understand that! She continued: The check did not arrive on the expected date, so I called the office to make sure they had the correct address. What I heard was terrifying. "Oh, Mr. Mike is out of the country and will not be back for two weeks . . . No, he did not sign a check for you before he left. It is sitting on the desk. He will take care of that when he gets back." "In two weeks!" I shouted and then moaned. "In two weeks." What can I possibly do in the meantime? I searched every pocket. I searched every drawer. I even went to the kids’ piggy banks. I had said, "Money was tight." Well, as it turned out, it was non-existent. My children woke from their naps and were hungry. I went to the cupboard, and as Old Mother Hubbard, my cupboards were bare. Nothing...Not a cracker, not a left over potato chip. not even a nearly empty peanut butter jar. I had not gone grocery shopping since moving in. We had been eating out of those terrible fast-food places that we normally never frequented. The refrigerator gave no hope of substance either. An empty milk carton and a half-dozen ketchup packets. I had heard of people eating ketchup soup. But I had never had it before and was not about to serve it to my babies. I frantically continued my search for money. My children were beginning to fuss. Water was not what they wanted. They wanted food. "Ketchup soup, anyone?" nearly crossed my lips. Have we come to this? I stopped for a moment. What could I do? Who could I turn to? Should I ask a neighbor whom I had never met? That would certainly make a great impression. I had never asked a dime from anyone. I thought of the time I was in Mexico, traveling back to the US by myself. I had left my hotel room for only a moment to get a cold drink. I had locked the door. But when I returned my bag was missing. No money! No ID! No airline ticket! Alone knowing no one! And, I could not speak Spanish well enough to be understood. The same panic ran through me. Only this time it was intensified. I had my children. I started to blame myself for being so careless . . . so reckless . . . so unthinking. I had blamed myself back in that Mexican village, too. I felt the same reproach. Then I remembered, I was so desperate that I ran out into the lobby, no one was there. I ran out into the street. The entire village was deserted. "Who can help me?" I remembered thinking . . . thinking--God! At that very second, a voice in English, said my name. I nearly turned around and said, "Yes, God." It was a very dear friend, a person who eventually became my husband. We were astonished to see one another. I explained my predicament, and he said, "I know the owner of your hotel. We’ll get this solved." In perfect Spanish, he told the owner what had happened. Within minutes, I had my bag, my money, and my airline ticket. The child who had taken them was very sorry and very young. He had wanted my keychain which he had seen earlier at the front desk. His father would not let me give it to him. But he allowed me to give him some money, and my friend told him never to do something like that again. I looked him in the eyes with love and I think he understood. This recollection flashed though my mind in a split second as memories sometimes do. It was a prayer of gratitude and thanksgiving that flooded my being. I had connected with God’s love and that connection prompted my thought. Suddenly twelve shiny silver dollars that I had placed in the filing cabinet several years earlier loomed into my vision. I rushed into the garage, moved some boxes out of my way, stumbled over a rope on the floor and then pulled on the top draw of the filing cabinet. I pulled again. And again. It was locked! I got a hammer and a crow bar. Nothing budged. Locked solid! I had no idea where the key could be. I could call a locksmith but that would cost more than the $12 dollars. It was an old filing cabinet with a funny looking lock. I had not seen the key during the move. It had been taped on the side. Some of the tape was still there, but not the key. In frustration, I walked out into the driveway. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and felt the chill of evening approach. I became very still. As I opened my eyes, one of the most remarkable sunsets I have ever seen greeted me with its wondrous beauty. In an instant, without even a "Thank You, Father," I was back in the garage with my hand reaching for a postcard on top of a shelf. The postcard had come with the house as a welcome matt on the garage floor. It was so beautiful that I could not throw it away, so I had stuck it on the self. The picture on the postcard was identical as the sunset I had just experienced. But that was not the remarkable thing . . . When I pulled the postcard off the shelf, the key to the filing cabinet fell to the floor. I picked it up, unlocked the drawer, and then I wrapped my fingers around those 12 wonderful silver dollars. I tucked the children into their car seats, rolled into the grocery store parking lot and made some wise, nutritious, and long-lasting food choices. We had the most delicious meal that night and had ample for the next morning. There was a stillness in me that I can feel even now. A singing. She said with a glowing in her eyes, a look of knowing. At ten, the mailman arrived delivering a completely unexpected check. Then, another and another. For the next two weeks, I had a steady stream of them. Then my big check came, and new assignments, one after another came my way. Of all the wealth I have received from my Heavenly Father. I cannot think of a more abundant one than those 12 silver dollars from Vegas, or should I say Heaven? It has been a way mark in my life. Since then I have never been without money and certainly never have had the fear that I would be without. It might seem sad or pathetic or stupid that anyone, any responsible mom, would let herself be without a dime, but that desperation compelled me to connect with God’s abundance in a way that I might never have learned otherwise. And Oh--what a lasting blessing! That is true wealth--God given, I would say. Wouldn’t you? I might add that this lady has not always been a millionaire, but she certainly has lived like one giving her children everything they needed, living in million dollar homes, traveling, not missing a hockey game, ice skating competition, or a PTA event. Her children came first and work came second. This is pretty hard to do as a single parent without any outside support. But she did it, and still is with a lot of Inside support! CHECK LIST Dollars from Heaven - Connect HP [HIGHER POWER] , me and wealth. Think of all the times you have profited from a gift from Higher Power’s abundance. @@@ Think of the first one you can remember. Try to put a date on it. Then move up your timeline and think of another, record it and date it, too. Move up another year and do the same. Repeat this process until you come to the present. Frequently come back to this page and add more as you think of each occasion God supplied you with His wealth. This becomes a prayer of gratitude for Higher Power’s abundance to you.  LISTEN TO THIS OFTEN!
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