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Theres no such thing as coincidence
Submitted by: Asha
IndiaI'm an American born Indian who chose to live in India when I was 16 years old. I married my High School sweetheart and we have 2 beautiful daughters.
I have been going through some health issues for a few years now. Menopause/ back pain / etc. All the usual 45 year old women’s problems.
I was dreading the days, because getting out of bed was a mental and physical task!! I had nothing to look forward to. I’m just a housewife, no job to get up and get ready for, only mundane tasks to complete on a daily basis.
Then, one day while I was window shopping with my daughter, I saw a book which looked familiar. I stopped, picked it up, and immediately wanted it. I already have The Secret, but haven’t really put it into practice as yet.
This book, The Magic, called out to me, as The Secret never did. I started reading it that day itself, and it has transformed me.
Little did I realize how truly UNGRATEFUL I have been for most of my life. When I started doing the practices, I came to understand the true power of GRATITUDE.
Now I wake up every morning, eager to write in my gratitude journal. I sleep every night with a smile on my lips, remembering the best part of my day and why I am so grateful for it.
And it works!!!! Here’s a small incident which I experienced just this morning.
Yesterday, the pages of my journal were full. I had many errands to run and picking up a new journal was one of them. I wanted a specific type of notepad, as it is easier to write on.
When I finished all my work and arrived home, I realized I had forgotten to pick up a journal. I am the type of person who will never waste petrol for just one errand, so I thought I’d pick one up on my next trip out.
This morning I was rummaging through one of my bedside drawers just thinking “I really need to sort out this mess” , when I saw the EXACT notepad I needed to write my daily gratitude journal. THAT’S NO COINCIDENCE!!!
And the first point I put down was:
I am truly grateful for finding you when I needed you because I believe God didn’t want me to break my rhythm.