Debra Basham

Living and Loving

Sacred Stories

  • Breath of Christ

    Sacred Stories

    Divorce was looming in his future. It was a rough time in his life.

    Dreaming one night, he had a vision of Christ.

    Calling him by name, Christ offered him blessed assurance, “Everything is going to be alright.”

    In the dream, Christ blew into his face.

    Waking from the dream and still this many years later, he can remember the taste of that breath….

  • A Godfather’s Visit

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    He was a young man when his godfather passed.

    The young man worked a 3-11 shift, and about 12 or 12:30 he crawled into bed.

    He felt the weight of a man sit down at the edge of his bed and he felt a touch on his leg.

    The young man knew instantly it was a visit from his godfather….

    At this time especially, take time to remember and share the realities of love-after-life. Let not the illusion cause delusion.

  • We “Need” Nothing

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    Safe sheltering due to COVID-19, a text message came from a friend who would be going to the grocery store.

    “Do you need anything?” was the offer.

    “We NEED nothing,” was the honest response.”We would welcome a dozen eggs if those are available. We would welcome a pound of butter – unsalted preferred. We would welcome sliced cheese. Munster, Colby Jack, cheddar. It would be helpful to have four to six yogurts (nonfat Greek, any flavor), too.”

    EVERYTHING on the list was available….

  • Essential Pruning

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    Posted by a Florida snowbird:

    We only rent here in Florida, but we vowed eight years ago to treat it as if it is our own.

    But—when it comes to the plants—I never felt like it was my job to prune someone else’s flowers. (Our owners living right next door might have something to do with it.)

    This year, our owners came in late. I couldn’t stand the haphazard, scraggly growth I saw, so I really pruned before the owners arrived.

    Three months later, the flowers are larger, more beautiful, than I have seen before.


    I feel like this season that we are in (and I am convinced that it is just a season) is pruning away the unproductive, useless, less-than-beautiful areas of our lives, that we might blossom into caring, giving, loving people like never before…

    I want to be that people!!!

  • 1,000 Pounds of Food

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    The headline read: Restaurant Gives Employees 1,000 Pounds of Food!

    The owner saw the writing on the wall.

    His family in Italy warned him. They said it would get worse, much worse, and it has. They told him to stay safe, to limit his contact with people, to keep his employees safe, too.

    “We are closed since Tuesday,” the owner said.

    “I knew this would be coming. I’m shocked it didn’t happen sooner.”

    Before he closed the doors, he ordered as much food as he could from his suppliers: 400 pounds of chicken breasts, 300 pounds of rice, 300 pounds of black beans, plus fruits, vegetables and pantry staples. Before laying off the entirety of his 70-person staff, he told them to take as much as they could.

    “I hope they can come back when this all passes,” he said.

    “It’s too risky for everybody. This is the best thing to do for everybody, no matter how much it hurts.”

  • N-95

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    A text came from a Michigan friend, also wintering in Florida. Everyone is navigating the COVID-19 pandemic.

    “BTW – Any connections locally for finding a mask for an ailing friend-of-a-friend who needs to fly home next week?”

    She asked her husband if he had seen a mask in the shed of the homeowner. He had not. Nor had she.

    “Let me ask,” she responded before quickly sending an email to one of the moderators of a Facebook page for the local community during the pandemic. Then she went out to the shed.

    There, on a hook behind a saw blade, was one single perfectly clean, unused, mask. Looking closely, this mask was the suggested rating: N-95.


    She sent a text message to the home owner, explaining the need of the mask and asking permission to pass it along. The home owner graciously said the person could have it!

    She quickly took a photo of the mask, sent it via text message to her friend who had made the request, sharing where the mask had been located so quickly.

    “Verrrry interesting,” her friend replied.

    “A SACRED STORY for sure! Please let your friend know,” she added.

    “Are you offering it?” came the inquiry.

    “OF COURSE. THIS mask is for your friend’s friend.”

  • Flowers 50% Off

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    This “Sacred Story” is shared with permission from Facebook:

    Yesterday upon entering the grocery store, I was left speechless as my eyes took in the barren shelves of produce. Not one tomato, not one onion, not one…a lot of things! Granted, my first choice was to retreat to a place of ‘panic’, something we have all recently been faced with choosing or not.

    I was amazed as out of the corner of my eye I saw a huge display of beautiful flowers with a huge sign that read; “FLOWERS 50% OFF!”

    I ran to the display and chose the flowers you see here.


    As I have traditionally given my husband at least one bouquet of flowers each week since we met over 5 years ago…my decision to buy was automatic and quite healing to say the least.

    The moment I presented my husband with these flowers and he flew into my arms and simply hugged my fears away…I knew! I knew that my lesson/message from whatever is controlling this universe was this; “What we choose to see, is what we choose to live with!”

    Keep seeking love in all things during these troubling times…if you seek love, you will find love.

    Remain safe all, and remain within LOVE!

  • Birthday Photos

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    The daughter of her mom’s friend sent some old photos. In one of the photos were her mom, her dad, and her sister, along with the woman who sent the photos and that woman’s brother.



    The second photo was a more recent photo of her mom’s friend, who had transitioned April 1 just last year.

    She immediately recognized the timing as a direct message from their parents in spirit.

    The daughter of her mom’s friend had no idea the day of the sending and receiving of the photos was her dad’s birthday….

  • The Carriage House

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    She had collected match books for aeons. Some of them she does not remember where they came from, and most of them she actually cares nothing about at all any more. She will use them to light a candle every once in a while. She keeps some of them in a fish bowl in the dining room of their home.



    This morning a book of matches from The Carriage House was right on top of the bowl. The Carriage House is a fine dining establishment in South Bend, Indiana.


    She was flooded with memories. She and her husband had a memorable dinner-date at The Carriage House very early in their relationship.

    She took the book of matches out of the bowl and added them to a special “box of memories” which also holds love letters from her husband, who passed away just two months ago….

  • Slow-Lee

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    She had been very recently widowed, now navigating her life without her husband of many decades. Responsibilities which had been shared by two, now sat on her shoulders, including tending to a new will.

    And now she was really feeling ALONE with all of her normal outside activities cancelled to help stop the spread of COVID-19.

    She and her good friend were both currently “safe sheltering” but would speak on the phone daily to draw support. The previous day they had each had a time of tears.

    “I had a dream last night,” she said. “Every time I used the incorrect grammar in my class saying slow where I should have used the adverb slowly, a voice would add the LY.”

    “Oh, if that were my dream,” her friend excitedly burst forth, “that would be your husband coming through letting you know you do not have to worry about doing everything perfectly. He is still helping you. You are still working as a team.”

    She said slowly, “His middle name is LEE….”