Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Many ways to Give


One of the things that I'm getting used to here in Houston, at least where I am, is the number of people who are standing on the corners and under the freeways holding signs, such as "need food" or "need money." Frankly, I hadn't seen much of it where I lived outside of Atlanta. I'm finally at peace with giving my attention, my heart, money, and prayer--it's usually one or the other. I no longer feel that I always need to give money. I give smiles, and I uplift and encourage people.

This morning, I was waiting for a red light to change green, and there I saw a man standing on the island between two roads eating something. I noticed the trash around him on the ground. Once he finished eating his food, he tossed the food wrapper to the ground and picked up his sign, "need money." I do not like pollution. So, as I started immediately judging him, he began his stroll up and down the island, coming right in front of my window. Within seconds, I grabbed my wallet, and of course, he stopped. I said, "If I promise to give you this dollar bill, will you promise to pick up all of your trash and throw it in that garbage can across the street?" He said, "I promise." And I said, "Please don't pollute." He said, "Okay."

I looked in my rearview mirror and saw him picking up the trash. Thank God!

Peace and Blessings!

Saturday, May 6, 2017

Bless You!


This particular morning, I was grateful that I was willing just to let go and just be.  Some days, it’s challenging just to let it all go—what people think, what I look like, how she interpreted my response and paying bills.  It was liberating this morning to let it all go. 

During meditation, I promised myself that I would try my absolute best to focus on the Divine Presence this entire day, every minute and every second.  I didn’t want to think, but I wanted to give of myself completely.  So, my question was, “How can I give more on this day?” 

So, as I sat in the cubicle, in a room with solitude, grading papers for my English Composition class, I heard one male voice greeting me.  I returned the greeting.  I saw him walk out of the office.  If I stood, I could see the top of someone’s head, but I remained focused on my work.  I thought I was alone, and I was so engaged in reading and correcting students' papers that I almost didn't hear the person, who appeared to be coughing or sneezing, sitting across the aisle on the opposite side of the cubicles. I said, "Bless You," without waiting for a response from him.

After about 15 minutes, I was startled by another male professor.  He said, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”  I said, “I thought I was alone in here.” He said, “Where you the one who said, “Bless you?”  Hurried to get back to my work so I could finish before my deadline, I nodded.  He said:

My name is……, and I just want you to know that I had gotten something stuck in my throat, and it had cut off my breathing.  I couldn’t yell, and I didn’t know anyone else was here.  I was terrified that no one would be able to help me, so I panicked and was afraid to walk.  I tried and tried to remove the food, but it was stuck.  I felt myself feeling faint, so I made another attempt to cough it out.   That is when I heard a quick and precise, “Bless you.”  I felt at peace after I heard your voice, and I relaxed and thanked God for being here with me.  I tried to take a deep breath, and the food popped out.” 

I was shocked that all of this was going on, and I was right on the other side of the aisle (there are two aisles with cubicles lining on both sides).  The professor said, “You just don’t know how much you helped me.  You saved my life.”  I said, “Oh no, it was that greater than me, and by grace, God used my voice because I wasn’t even paying attention to know if you were coughing, sneezing, or choking, but my heart is always open and sincere, at least I try."

He grabbed my left hand with both of his hands and said, “Thank you for allowing God to use you.”

The professor walked away, and I was just in a place of humility, gratitude, enthusiasm, and peace.  Then I repeated the words I had said to Divine Presence early that morning, “How can I give more on this day?”

I thought no more of it because I knew that Divine Presence is always right where I am and where you are.  We need just to know this, and God will always respond.

Light and Love to all of you!

Vickie Mujahid