I was leafing through some old files when I found a poem from a lifetime ago. Instantly, a rush of painful memories flooded my brain.
My life was in shambles. My husband’s gambling was out of control. The ATM kept insisting we had no money. I hated myself for being so helpless.
I prayed constantly, begging God to do something—just as I begged my husband to stop gambling. Both ignored me.
Until the day an envelope came in the mail, with no return address. Inside was a poem—no title, neatly typed, all caps, on crisp white paper. I read it and gasped.
The message was obvious. And terrifying. Spirit was telling me what I had to do—face my fear head on.