Hi, I have an amazing story to tell you, and it's a true story! This happened to me last week. Thirty one years ago, my daughter and I were living in San Jose, Ca. I was attending a large, non-denominational church called Faith Temple. On my first Sunday, I went to the singles Sunday school class and was welcomed by a woman who became my best friend. Karen had two little boys and was raising them alone. She was very encouraging and spiritually dynamic. In short, she was a role model for me. The two years I lived there, ranks as one of the best times of my life.
At the close of this two year period, I met and fell in love with my second husband, who was having difficulty finding work. So, we married and moved back to Kansas. A short time later, Karen also remarried and moved to Oregon. We tried to keep in touch, but after awhile the distance was too great and we just got busy. Remember, there was no internet or email in those days. However, we managed to write a few letters in the course of ten years, which enabled Karen to locate me in 1988 or 1989 when she and her husband were on a road trip to Texas. My husband and I drove 300 miles to hook up with them, We had a great visit.
Once again, life got in the way, and we lost contact. This time we really lost contact. During that twenty year period, the internet was born and along with it the ability to find just about anybody. IF you knew their last name. I am now married to my fourth husband. The very fact that I can sit here and tell the world this, is amazing in itself. But that is another story for another day. So, Karen didn't even know I was no longer with my third husband.
Fast forward to this last week. On Tuesday I was sitting at my laptop writing away on my novel "Fairy Hill" and needed a name for a rose fairy. 'Twyla' popped into my head. Perfect! But wait a minute, didn't I used to know a 'Twyla'? Oh yeah, Twyla Bowman, the sister of Karen. KAREN!! Omg, I forgot about Karen. Most of you know that I'm sort of into 'The Secret'. I believe in making my intention known to the universe, or the Lord. So I thought to myself "I want to find Karen." Then I went back to my writing and forgot all about it.
On Friday evening, my husband and I were preparing to go out for the evening, and as we were going out the door, my husband said "Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, there is a message on the answering machine from a woman named Karen Franke in Oregon who is looking for you." As I am writing this blog entry, I still get goose bumps thinking of this. I started shrieking and jumping up and down, and saying "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" When we returned home from our outing, I called Karen. This time, she was shrieking "Simmie, Simmie, Simmie! I've been trying to find you for four years! I had given up and told the Lord he was going to have to do it." Needless to say, we talked for over an hour catching up and exchanging email addresses. This time we promised each other we would never lose touch again. The power of intention is a real and viable thing. And so is the power of prayer. Could it be that they're the same thing? Thanks for listening and read Wayne Dyer's "The Power of Intention."
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