Category: Sacred Stories

Contains sacred stories

  • Honesty is the Best Policy

    Sacred Stories

    “You will want to know that I am out on parole. I got into trouble with drugs and have a felony,” he laid it out there.

    “My son is in prison right now related to drugs, and my daughter is addicted to opioids. I will do everything I can to go to bat for you,” came the reply.

    He realized how important it was to be honest, even if that was not easy. He was glad he could be there for this father. To demonstrate the good that can come from difficulties.

    While he did not end up getting that job, he knew his sharing was significant to both of them.

    These are sacred stories. Pay attention to happenings in your life. Do you have a story to share? Send email to debra@scs-matters.com.

  • I Lived in This House

    Sacred Stories

    A young man was out in the yard when an elder German man stopped. “I used to live in this house,” the old man said, before going on to add when he had lived in the house it was on another lot—over by the church.

    He would love to see inside.

    The old man pointed out the original part of the house, and the addition which he said had been added after it was moved to this location.

    The young man wondered if this was true and later discovered it was.

    The old man had an unusual feel.

    Later the young man realized he had been visited by an angel that day.

    These are sacred stories. Pay attention to happenings in your life. Do you have a story to share? Send email to debra@scs-matters.com.

  • Golfing with Papa

    Sacred Stories
    She was golfing with her grandson about 9 months after her husband transitioned. His papa had taught him to golf, starting around the age of 10. He loved it, both the game and spending time with Papa while browsing for great gold gear together on sites like https://acegolfcartcovers.com/. The little guy thought the old one to use the internet this way.

    She was sitting in the cart watching her grandson tee off and imploring her husband that she hoped he could see what a good golfer their grandson was and how much he had affected his grandson.

    At that very moment a butterfly landed on the scorecard on the steering wheel of the golf cart!

    She instantly felt her husband’s presence and smiled as he let her know that indeed he was watching….

    These are sacred stories. Pay attention to happenings in your life. Do you have a story to share? Send email to debra@scs-matters.com.

  • No Flood!

    Sacred Stories

    They were very anxious. The water bill for their winter home in Florida was about $500.

    He must have forgotten to turn the water off.

    A neighbor was going to check. They worried what damage might have been done to their home knowing all of that water had to go somewhere.

    He had forgotten to shut off the water.

    Fortunately, she had also forgotten to close the drain.

    There was no flood!

    These are sacred stories. Pay attention to happenings in your life. Do you have a story to share? Send email to debra@scs-matters.com.

  • Heaven is Beautiful

    Sacred Stories

    Although they had both read Peter Baldwin Panagore’s Heaven is Beautiful: How Dying Taught Me That Death Is Just the Beginning her mom passed without determining a vehicle for after-life communication. Her mom’s body had just been removed from the house. A bit numb, family members were all sitting in the living when they heard a clicking sound coming from the kitchen.

    Going to investigate, they discovered the electronic igniter on the gas stove was sparking. What a perfect communication!

    Her mother was a home economics teacher….

    These are sacred stories. Pay attention to happenings in your life. Do you have a story to share? Send email to debra@scs-matters.com.

  • Frogs and Fairies

    Sacred Stories

    They were out on a walk. She was telling him a story she had heard in a talk about Edgar Cayce’s teachings (Fairies, Angels, and Unseen Forces). Some children were on a walk in the woods and reported seeing a fairy. A couple of the adults were able to see it, too, but not everyone was able to see it. Cayce said this is dictated by the level of consciousness of an individual.

    Just then, they noticed a very large bullfrog (about the size of his fist) sitting on the pavement. They agreed it was such an odd place for the bullfrog to be as they were quite a distance from nearby ponds or lakes.

    He helped the bullfrog to the grass, and they continued their walk.

    Later they read,”Frogs have an ancient mythology about them. Being amphibians with links to the water and the land, they are often associated with the magic of both elements. This also links them to the lore of fairies and elves.” (Ted Andrews Animal-Speak, pg. 356)

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  • Men’s Mission

    Sacred Stories

    He had only been out of prison 32 days. A family member was driving him to a Men’s Mission in another county. Not knowing if the Mission would accept him because he had no proof he had been in that county for 30 days, emotions on the drive were tense. He had not yet eaten today, and it was now almost 5 pm.

    Google Maps first delivered them to the women’s shelter. Someone there gave him the address for the Men’s Mission.

    Then Google Maps took them right past the Men’s Mission and on to a senior facility. Explaining that he was trying to find the Men’s Mission, a woman with kind eyes and a soft voice said, “I don’t know how the GPS got you here, we are not even on that street, we are on a different street.”

    Another woman—a colleague of some sort—stopped and got a map for him and gave him directions to the Mission. Then the two of them brainstormed other possible resources, the one woman taking time by providing addresses and phone numbers.

    He dialed the number. The person who answered the phone made a call and got him into the Mission for the night!

    Arriving there, he was greeted kindly, with these very welcome words: “You are just in time for dinner.”

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  • Comcast

    Sacred Stories

    The Comcast technician was hooking up internet at their new home. She mentioned having lived in their previous home for 40 years.

    “Where was that?” he asked, seemingly just small talk.

    “On Lincoln Avenue. Just south of Glenlord Road. Did you ever notice the Johnny on the Spot Window Cleaning vans parked in the drive?” she asked.

    “No, I never did, but yesterday I did a service call for Johnny on the Spot. The guy’s name is Danny. I asked him why it was not called Danny on the spot and he told me there was a Johnny who had owned it and he had purchased the business.”

    Wow…. what are the odds?

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  • White Doves

    Sacred Stories

    She was trying desperately to get to see her grandmother before she passed. On the highway she drove into a flock of white doves. She felt profound peace and she had the thought that her grandmother had passed.

    And she had….

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  • Guitar

    Sacred Stories

    Her dad loved playing the guitar and he had always encouraged her to learn to play. She was not at all drawn to it.

    When her dad passed, he left the guitar to her.

    A few months later, she felt compelled to pick the guitar up. She felt so close to her dad. She began taking lessons.

    Every time she plays the guitar she feels her dad’s loving presence!

    When we enjoy things our loved ones in spirit enjoy, we are all blessed….

    These are sacred stories. Pay attention to happenings in your life. Do you have a story to share? Send email to debra@scs-matters.com.