Listen Up! Newsletter

The essence of a strong relationship is
to be open to the perceptions of others.

Carol M. Welsh, Author/Speaker

This newsletter supplements Carol’s book: STOP WHEN YOU SEE RED

To learn more about the four perceptual styles, to order the book,
or to contact Carol Welsh, click here: www.stopred.com

December 2006

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Say What?

"Christmas tag-sale. Handmade gifts for the hard-to-find person." And, if you do have a person on your list that has everything, how about this? "For sale to kind master. Full-grown domesticated tigress, goes daily walk untied, and eats flesh from hand."  Well, maybe not … (From:  http://humor.about.com)

Have a happy holiday filled with good cheer and laughter.

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Tip of the Month

During this holiday time, we can get so caught up in parties and buying gifts that we forget the greatest gift of all, the gift of love and acceptance. That is truly what the holiday season is all about. Also, when we reach out and touch someone with love, you might be creating a miracle for that person. It’s something he or she needed at that moment and you just happened to be there at the right place and the right time.

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Miracles Everywhere

 

I read a quote in the Reader’s Digest magazine a few years ago, which I love: “Coincidences are God’s little miracles.”

Recently I bought a loaf of bread that needed to be sliced. As I waited patiently, the woman was diverted from the task by another store employee who couldn’t operate the meat-slicing machine. As she stood helplessly by, my attendant waited on two people. As she started to leave (she was supposed to leave 20 minutes earlier), I spoke up about my bread still sitting in the bread slicer. She apologized profusely for forgetting about me. When I reached the checkout area, the express lane was closed. I had plenty of time before my appointment when I stopped to buy bread, but now I realized if I didn’t hurry, I would be late. The man in front of me asked me the price of the bread. When I told him, he handed me the money and told me to go in front of him. I was prepared to pay but he insisted that I take his money. I gratefully accepted his thoughtfulness.

Was it a coincidence that he was there when I was running out of time? I think it was a miracle. I usually am assertive, yet for some reason I waited patiently while the woman sliced meat or cheese for two other customers. If I hadn’t, I would have been in a different checkout line. Now I’m only talking about a $3.00 loaf of bread. But the next day, something else happened and now I had $5.00. I doubled it and gave it to someone else, creating a miracle in her time of need.

This summer, while my husband and I were on our honeymoon, we went to a restaurant where we could watch the sunset while dining. At first I was disappointed because the lake was causing clouds to form, blocking the sunset. But then a miracle occurred. Suddenly the shimmering red sun broke through a little square opening in the clouds. When the clouds shifted, the opening formed a radiant red heart. I looked around the restaurant and no one else was looking at it. I felt God created it just for us. Miracles are everywhere if you are open to them.

What could be considered one of the worse years of my life was actually a year of miracles. My late husband was in a serious auto accident in 1996. Several miracles occurred during the accident that prevented him from being killed or from others being injured. After 6 months, he was able to walk without a walker but then the vision in his good eye started to go. The previous year, he had lost the use of his other eye due to a detached retina. This eye surgery was in a hospital that previously had been a Catholic hospital. Rather than a sterile, dreary outpatient waiting room, it was in a former chapel with a high ceiling and stained glass windows. There were comfortable easy chairs, loveseats, and couches. It was a relaxing atmosphere. However, after three hours I became very anxious because people were coming and going and yet no word on my husband. When I stepped out to call my in-laws, the doctor came into the waiting room but left because I wasn’t there.

Upon my return, I went to the desk to ask if there was any news. When there wasn’t, I panicked. I didn’t know what I would do if my husband went blind. I was already exhausted from his long recovery from the accident. I sat down in a loveseat because someone else now occupied the easy chair where I had been sitting. I turned and started a conversation with the woman next to me. I told her about my fears. She said her daughter had gone blind, and related what they did to make her life as independent as possible. She held my hands and asked me if I would like to pray. I nodded and she quietly prayed. Then she took me in her arms as I softly wept. I knew God had placed her in my life at my time of need. It wasn’t just a coincidence. It was a miracle. Then she told me her story.

When her daughter’s illness caused her to lose her sight, she had to quit her job. Consequently, the woman and her husband used up their life savings. She slipped into depression and decided to end her life. She filled the tub with water, put the razor on the tub, and climbed in. But then a miracle occurred. She slashed her wrist and it didn’t bleed. So she tried it again. Same thing. She tried twice on her other wrist to no avail. Bewildered, she got out of the tub to answer the phone! When she said “Hello,” the voice on the other end screamed in anguish, “Leslie!” When she asked, “Who is this?” no one answered.

Leslie said, “Now, why would I get out of the tub to answer the phone when I’m trying to commit suicide? From that point on, I knew God wanted me to live so I could reach out to others in their time of need. I know that is why you were meant to sit down next to me.” She showed me the scars on her wrists. Peace hugged me and I knew everything was going to be okay. Shortly after, the doctor arrived and explained the surgery was delayed for three hours because my husband’s blood sugar could not be stabilized. The doctor was able to save the eye.

Miracles are everywhere. Sometimes they are disguised as “it could have been much worse.” Like when my car broke down next to a tavern (before cell phones) shortly after I got off the interstate. It was 1:30 a.m. They let me use their phone to call my husband a few miles away. I was grateful that by “coincidence” my car stopped where I could get immediate help. Instead of bemoaning my unfortunate circumstance, I was thankful because it was a miracle that I wasn’t stranded on the Interstate with no way to call for help.

Open your eyes to God’s little miracles. You’ll be amazed that they are everywhere. You never know when your actions might be a miracle for someone else.

 

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