A Soldier’s Gift

My family has a long history of military service dating back to the Revolutionary War, Civil War and more recently my grandfather in World War I, my father in World War II and my brother in the Vietnam War.  We were lucky that they all came back home physically whole.  My brother Jerry who served in Vietnam brought the war back home with him as many vets did then and are doing now with current conflicts.  He also came home with a new gift or “curse” which I write about in my book “Blessed Assurance Through Visions and Dreams”.

Jerry developed a sense of who was going to die in battle.  He told me it was something about the person’s eyes that gave him the sense of the person’s fate.  Years after Jerry died, my daughter told me of a conversation she had with her uncle.  He told her that he would see the person in black and white and that would be the sign that death would be near.

After the war, this ability continued his whole life.  I remember one instance where he said good-bye to a co-worker on a Friday after work and he knew she wouldn’t be back on Monday.  She was killed in a motorcycle accident on the weekend.    It was a huge burden to know something, but not be able to do anything about it.  How do you tell someone to be extra careful because you think they might be at risk or ill?  Having fore-knowledge is a gift but also a curse.

I remember him watching television and Joe Louis, the boxer, was in the audience.  Jerry said he was going to die.  Mr. Louis died the next day.

Being an intuitive comes with responsibility to be ethical, compassionate and empathic.  If you have a gift, I would love your feedback on how you handle your fore-knowledge of events.

Intituition Can Be Contagious

Today I celebrate the 30th anniversary of the day I met my husband!  We are going to go back to the little town we met, Wales, Wisconsin, and to the place we knew as the Whistling Toad.  The place has changed hands several times over the years and we are not even sure it is currently open.  If it is not, we will go to one of our other favorite dinner spots in the area.  I am feeling a little nostalgic and wondering where the time went.

When we married, his children were 16 and 14.  Mine were 8 and 4.  It took a lot of love and patience on everyone’s part to get through the struggles and the joys.  Milestones such as birthdays, graduations, weddings, births of grandchildren and their birthdays and graduations and now weddings have come and gone but through it all our love for each other and our faith in a loving God has sustained us.

One of those most challenging areas for my husband at first was dealing with an intuitive who has crazy dreams.  At first, he has polite and empathic but skeptical.  Than as more things came to be, he started to believe more in my dreams.  He also learned to trust and believe my intuition.  When I said we needed to something a certain way or in a certain timeframe, he began to trust my judgment.  Soon we were on the same page, an old married couple you might say, at an early point in our marriage.  I loved him more each day.

As the years have fallen by the wayside, the most exciting thing for me is watching him develop his own intuition.  When he gets that little nudge in his ear to do something like take the car to work instead of riding the bus or bring home his computer so he can work at home the next day, he listens.  Nine out of ten times it becomes apparent why he needs to take the action.

We all have the gift of intuition.  Some of us are just more tuned in than others.  We can learn to be better at it.  It is a matter of being observant, listening to your heart, mind and body and acting upon what you hear.  I am so blessed to have met my husband and have had a great ride thus far.  He is retiring October 1st and we are ready for the next part of our journey together.  Happy Anniversary Jerry.  I love you.

A Mother’s Love

This past Sunday we celebrated Mother’s Day.  I like to think of this day as celebrating all those women who have nurtured me along life’s journey.  The list includes Aunts, neighbors, church ladies, co-workers early in my career, pastors (yes, I was lucky to have female pastors growing up), and of course, my mother and grandmother.

These women taught me how to me a strong, compassionate, faithful woman.  I am deeply grateful for each of their influence on me.  My mother was the best.  I know you are thinking the same thing about your own.  She was raised on a farm in Tennessee and brought southern values into our home.  Her work ethic was beyond reproach, her faith in God steadfast and her love for her children ran deep.  She also had the gift of precognition, so I grew up knowing it was not to be feared.

She died when I was 26 and my grandmother died a few months later.  I became the matriarch of the family at a very young age.  The other women in my life became my mentors and mother-figures.  The person who entered my life thirty years ago was my mother-in-law, Laverne.  She showed me how to be a loving wife, mother, step-mother and grandmother.  From the moment I married her son, she accepted my children as her grandchildren.  There was no “step” in front of that title.  Her love is unconditional and I love her deeply and am grateful each day that when I married her son, I also her as part of the package.

Even though my mother has crossed over, she is never far away.  I feel her presence at the times I need a mother’s love the most.  I pray to God for her to be near and I feel her close.  The bonds of love can be very strong and survive even death.  I have been blessed with many “moms” that I give tribute to this day.  But none are as strong as the love between my birth mom and me even in death.  Be sure to let your mother know how much she means to you this week and every week.

Precious Life

A mentor and friend who has blogged the last eighteen months of her journey with cancer has just been put on hospice care.  She has been courageous in her battle and open in her struggles and her joys.  She looks for the good and calls them her “God sightings”.  These are places where people have walked into her life at moments that could bring despair but instead bring comfort and joy.  To say she is a positive thinker would be an understatement.

Her last journal posting talked about how important it is to tell the people you are close to how much you love them and hug them each day.  We all know that.  We have heard “never go to bed angry”, “treat each other like it is the last time you may see them”, “count your blessings” and countless other bits of wisdom passed onto us.  But, how many of us are faithful to this wisdom.

It is so much easier to hold a grudge, give a cold shoulder, give someone the silent treatment.  Freedom comes in forgiving and letting go.  Life is a precious gift.  I, for one, do not want to waste it with regrets.  So, I am going to take my friend’s advice and give some extra big hugs this week.  I hope you will too.