An irony of life: You learn everything just at the time you need to know it. Never before.
Over the last several months I’ve been sharing with you the ways in which I am able to use my gift to help others. I have shared Card Readings, Channeled Messages and Divine Downloads. There have been a few meditations and some tips and tricks from my personal life.
I haven’t always known I had this gift!
I was raised in a religious household, I was taught to believe in God and follow his word. I was NOT raised with the belief that we can, individually, speak directly to God or Spirit and receive messages and guidance from them.
This month I have decided to go back to the beginning, back to when this new life began, back to when my gift was revealed to me …
I’d like to take you on a journey …
From page 17 of my book
When Ian first got sick, I realized I’d never seen a picture of him being baptized, nor had he spoken about it. I prayed that he had, so I asked him about it. He said he didn’t know and didn’t care. How could he not care? Wasn’t he concerned about his soul? Didn’t he realize that there was a chance he would rot in hell? Even though he attended Jesuit High School in Sacramento, he was one of the few boys there who was not Catholic.
I decided to track down Ian’s aunt in California who raised him the first six months of his life. Aunt Dottie didn’t remember getting him baptized, but she did give me the name of her church so I could call and check the records myself. I called and found that there was no record there. At this point, I was alarmed.
I grilled Ian’s adoptive mother about it. I sat across from her in the pinstriped swivel chair and launched right in: “I was just wondering if you ever had Ian baptized? Maybe you have a record of it. Do you think the hospital baptized him at his birth?”
She raised her eyebrows above her baby blue eyes. Her perfectly coiffed white hair was drawn straight back and delicately secured at the nape of her neck. Her socks coordinated with the hair clip, as was her way. A small uncomfortable laugh escaped from her throat.
“Lisa, you know churches and I don’t get along. I can’t even walk into one without bursting into tears. Why on earth would I get Ian baptized? Why do you even care?” Her formal manner stiffened more than usual.
Completely desperate now, I let it explode out of me: “Marian, don’t you get it? If Ian wasn’t baptized, he won’t go to heaven!”
She was not fazed; in fact, she seemed dismissive. “Oh, don’t be silly dear. Ian is going to be fine, just fine.”
She seemed just so sure of herself and what she supposedly knew. In fact, she didn’t think he was going to die at all. She was in total denial, just like Ian’s stepbrother, Mike, and even Ian himself at the time. Back then, I was the only one that accepted what was going to happen. I just wasn’t sure what would happen to Ian after he died, and that was what I found so terrifying—it was almost more terrifying than his death itself.
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“What a remarkable book!
Lisa Jones’s courageous journey through the loss of her young husband to discovering joy and meaning in her life is deeply compelling and inspirational. It’s so well written that there were times when I was so caught up in the story that I wanted to race ahead to see what happened, the same way I do in a paperback thriller. And there were times that I was touched beyond measure at the valiant vulnerability of this story. I highly recommend this book.”
– Denise Linn, best-selling author of 18 books,
including Sacred Space and Soul Coaching®